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“Iwaizumi,” Ushijima greets, opening the door to let him in.
“Hey,” Iwaizumi replies as he enters the apartment. He takes off his shoes and puts them in their allocated spot, slipping on the house slippers Ushijima prepared for him. They’ve been through this enough time to know how this goes.
“Would you like a cup of tea?” Ushijima offers. A well meaning gesture from a good host, and an opportunity for Iwaizumi to stop and share his plans if necessary. They had worked through their lists of kinks and where their limits lie before their first scene and they rehashed them as necessary every so often.
They’re familiar with each other’s bodies by now. Ushijima prefers his scenes to be kept a secret, likes the edge of suspense it brings when he doesn’t know what his alpha is going to do next. And he may not harbour any romantic feelings for Iwaizumi, but he trusts him. Iwaizumi has had him face-down ass up, strung up, tied down — in far too many compromising positions for him to list them all out — but Iwaizumi always respects Ushijima’s limits and has been nothing but a fantastic sexual partner.
“I think we can get straight into it today,” Iwaizumi strains out. Ushijima frowns at Iwaizumi’s sudden wince as he walks but lets the matter go anyway. It is not his place to question him — at least, not yet.
“Okay. How do you want me?”
“Naked, blindfolded, face up on the bed, arms above you,” Iwaizumi orders. Ushijima nods curtly and turns to follow his dom’s instructions. He can’t wait for whatever Iwaizumi has planned.
“Stop,” Iwaizumi barks. His voice is breathier than usual, but the undercurrent of authority remains. Ushijima lets himself shiver. The alpha inside him bares his throat in submission — it works hard day and night, it’s only in times like this where it can let loose and embrace his natural tendencies, no matter how deviant and different others would insist it is.
Iwaizumi taps his feet impatiently. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
Ushijima turns back to face Iwaizumi and drops to his knees. His hands rests neatly in his lap and he bows his head and fixes his eyes on the floor.
“I apologise for my rudeness, Alpha. I understand, Alpha.”
“Better,” Iwaizumi accepts. “Now, go.”
“Yes, Alpha.”
Ushijima strides to the playroom — no scrambling, it’s not time for him to give up his grace yet — and strips himself of his clothes, neatly folding them and placing them on a mini-table in a corner of the room. He keeps the room on the colder side, and the drop in temperature as he sheds the layers makes goosebumps prickle on his skin.
He’ll appreciate the temperature later, when he’s feeling hot from how desperate he is, sweating and panting as he tries not to cum, to do his best to follow through with whatever delicious torture Iwaizumi has picked out for him. There’s enough bodily fluids in the mix and the feeling of sweat on his skin has always edged on the wrong side of uncomfortable. Not that he’d notice it once he’s truly in the scene, when all that fills his mind is alpha’s cock, alpha’s scent, alpha’s orders.
Ushijima picks out a blindfold and lays down on the bed as instructed, securely tying the cloth over his eyes. He grasps on the padded headboard, the bar just the right size and texture to grip onto it firmly without hurting his hands. The door is left open and if he focuses, he can hear some rustling sounds and dull noises as Iwaizumi pads around his house preparing something — for the scene? For aftercare? He doesn’t know.
It doesn’t matter though.
It isn’t his place to speculate. Once he’s in this room, it isn’t his place to even think . All he needs to do is follow Alpha’s instructions, let his body react to any ministrations inflicted and to be a good boy.
His dick is filling out already, a Pavlovian response from being in the playroom. But he doesn’t touch his dick, doesn’t make any move to seek pleasure. The last time he had so much reached for it, fuck . He could almost feel his palms ache, the memory of the sting of a rattan cane branding itself into the tender skin vivid in his mind. And his dick was iced down, a burn that made his mind white out as he wailed and begged for mercy – receiving exactly none, obviously. Iwaizumi had only let out a dark chuckle as he finally took away the ice pack and locked his cock into a spiked cage, and even that pain was far preferable to the anguish that was the cold.
Iwaizumi’s footsteps approach, the smell of cloves getting stronger and stronger. He smells good — the alpha always does. He seems more aroused, Ushijima notes, hyper-aware of the needs of the alpha he’s serving. Strange. Iwaizumi typically has better control of his scent than that. The scene his alpha prepared must be very special today, he concludes. What that means for him could be anything from a constant haze of pleasure or a world of pain – well, in the playroom, they were often one and the same.
The bed sinks down as Iwaizumi climbs on. He can feel Iwaizumi’s heat radiating off between his thighs. His dick twitches, eliciting a laugh from his dom.
“So hard and desperate already?” Iwaizumi mocks. “Well, that makes things easier.”
Iwaizumi moves forward, and Ushijima can feel Iwaizumi’s dick bob against his stomach.
“Alpha?” he stutters out. Iwaizumi never takes off his clothes that early, preferring to use the collection of toys available to tease Ushijima until he loses his mind. And when Iwaizumi needs to take the edge off, he lets Ushijima service him with his mouth if Ushijima has been good. If not, he strokes himself off and paints Ushijima’s stomach, face, back, wherever he likes, as Ushijima whines and begs for Iwaizumi to put it in him, please he needs it.
“Shhh,” Iwaiziumi soothes. “We’re going to do something different today.”
Ushijima’s heart jumps. What is it? He did say it wasn’t his place to think, but that doesn’t stop his mind from racing with possibilities.
He isn’t even prepped yet. Iwaizumi likes to do it himself, likes wrangling out three orgasms before he even puts his cock in, or keeps Ushijima on the edge with just his fingers. And well, being fucked without prepped is technically not a limit — with how practised Ushijima is at taking dick he might actually be able to do it actually, if Iwaizumi eases him into it slowly — but it fills him with apprehension anyway.
But it could be something else. Maybe Iwaizumi just wants to fuck his thighs, make him clench for minutes until his muscles are trembling with exertion. He wouldn’t be able to walk the next day, might feel sore for an entire week.
The lube bottle pops open. Oh, so he is getting prepped. Probably? Iwaizumi would still use lots of lube if he’s planning on fucking him straight away, but maybe he just decided to strip down early for no reason. At that thought, disappointment wells up inside him. Ushijima does not think about what that means. Does he want to get fucked open by Iwaizumi’s cock with nothing but an excess of lube?
And then Iwaizumi presses a cold, slicked up hand to his cock and Ushijima doesn’t think about anything at all.
He jerks, hips thrusting upwards to get away from the cold or to get more friction, Ushijima doesn’t know. A whimper escapes him as Iwaizumi presses his other hand down on Ushijima’s hips in a silent reprimand.
Iwaizumi wraps his hand around Ushijima’s cock more firmly. The coldness quickly dissipates as the warmth of Iwaizumi’s hand bleeds through, and Ushijima throws his head back as he moans. More lube gets poured onto his cock and Iwaizumi strokes it, from the base all the way to the tip, rubbing and teasing a little before he makes his way back down.
Ushijima gasps through it all, embarrassingly desperate for what is barely a handjob. Fuck. It’s been so long, he almost forgot how good the warmth of a body feels around his cock. Even the poorest imitation of it makes his brain go stupid.
He’s trained himself to cum from nothing but a toy buzzing away on his prostate, or a twist of nipples with the harsh command of his alpha. Even if he’s technically allowed to touch himself, his orgasms are always that much more intense if he puts in the labour of denial.
Iwaizumi snorts underneath his breath — Ushijima can still hear it of course, can smell the amusement underneath the arousal, completely attuned to the person in control of his body — and continues jerking him off slowly, periodically adding lube to coat Ushijima’s cock completely. A frankly unnecessary amount, Ushijima thinks, considering he’s never using it. But if it pleases his alpha — and it does, he can tell from Iwaizumi’s sadistic amusement — then who is he to complain about it?
“Alpha, I’m close,” Ushijima pants.
Iwaizumi doesn’t pause, “Already?” he asks in feigned disappointment. “How pathetic.”
He lets go of his hands then, right when Ushijima is about to tip into orgasm. Ushijima groans as his dick bobs in the air, his abs clenching to hold himself back from cumming without permission.
“Thank you, Alpha,” he wheezes out. The satisfied hum Iwaizumi lets out makes everything worth it.
“Good boy,” Iwaizumi compliments. Ushijima’s heart soars as his mind falls deeper into the headspace where he can truly focus on just listening to his alpha. Alpha thinks he’s good! Want Alpha to feel good!
“You’ll keep being good for me, right?” Iwaizumi asks anyway.
Ushijima nearly trips over himself to answer Iwaizumi, tongue tangling as the words stumble out of his mouth.
“Yes, Alpha, will be good for you, anything you want, please Alpha, use me —”
“Quiet,” Iwaizumi orders. Ushijima’s jaw snaps shut.
“You’re going to keep still for me,” Iwaizumi instructs. These are Ushijima’s rules for the scene. He can do it! Can hold still for as long as Iwaizumi needs!
“If your hips even jerk a little, you’re getting punished,” Iwaizumi warns. Okay, maybe he can’t do it. Iwaizumi only ever sets up rules like that when he’s baiting Ushijima into punishment. But he will try! Maybe this time he can do it? No, this time, he will do it.
“I understand, Alpha.”
He hears Iwaizumi shift around on the bed, a low groan that escapes as Iwaizumi does… something. Ushijima wishes he could pull his blindfold off and see what that is. But he waits. He’s good. He only takes whatever Alpha is willing to give, and he accepts everything with gratitude.
A warm hand rests on Ushijima’s abdomen as Iwaizumi braces himself and he lifts himself up. Then there is a warm heat enveloping his dick, sliding down just the tip of it, and it takes Ushijima everything he has to not buck up into the tight warmth.
“ Alpha ,” Ushijima whines. His hands tighten around the bar of the headboard. He won’t move, he’s going to be good, but fuck . It feels so —
“Stay still,” Iwaizumi reminds through gritted teeth. He can feel the muscles flex around him as Iwaizumi clenches down and tries to relax.
“Alpha?” Ushijima cries out again.
“It’s a reward, pup” his alpha gasps.
Reward? He likes rewards. He hasn’t done anything worth a treat though.
Reading his confusion and distress easily, Iwaizumi chuckles. “A very late one,” Iwaizumi admitted. “I promised you a reward a few months ago after you gave me six orgasms, remember? It took me a while to ahhh — ” Iwaizumi works himself down Ushijima’s dick even further, letting out an airy gasp so different from the low groans Ushijima was used to. Ushijima bites back a whimper.
“Took me a while to prepare for this,” Iwaizumi continues. “Fuck. Feel so full.”
“Alpha, please, let me see you,” Ushijima groans. “ Please , I wanna see you.”
“Too bad,” Iwaizumi grunts as he works himself down another half an inch. “Doesn’t matter what you want. Just sit back and let Alpha use your useless dick.”
The degradation goes straight to Ushijima’s dick, he can feel it jerk involuntarily.
Iwaizumi lets out a whine at that as his walls clench around his dick. “Fuck, it’s so big.”
Ushijima sobs again. “Wait, Alpha. Too much, too tight. It won’t fit.”
“Shut up,” Iwaizumi grits out as he works himself down some more. “Dildos don’t talk.”
Oh. Oh he likes that.
Ushijima’s eyes flutter close as his ears strain to catch every little gasp Iwaizumi lets out, breathless and overstimulated as Iwaizumi slowly works himself down onto Ushijima’s cock. And Ushijima — he’s just trying not cum, relishing in the tight heat as he clamps down the noises that threaten to escape.
He doesn’t know how long it took before his whole cock is sheathed inside Iwaizumi, not when it feels like he’s seeing both hell and heaven at once and his cock is absolutely throbbing inside. And Iwaizumi just sits there, shifting a little as he relishes in the fullness of it. Ushijima knows, he’s familiar with the sensation.
Ushijima wants to rip his blindfold off, grab Iwaizumi by the waist to flip them around, fucking deep into him until Iwaizumi is mewling underneath him with every thrust. Wants to put his hand on Iwaizumi’s tummy and feel his cock bulging out from underneath. Wants to chase that pleasure and friction until he cums, vision whiting out as his hips stutter and he empties into Iwaizumi’s ready hole. And he could too, his hands aren’t tied, nothing’s stopping him from taking what he wants.
But he won’t. Because he wants — no, he needs to be good for his alpha, and that primal itch is far stronger than any lust. Even if the ensuant punishment would be just as satisfying as the orgasm itself, even if Ushijima would still find himself begging and pleading for mercy that he doesn’t truly want.
He’s good. He waits for Iwaizumi to adjust to the size, stays still patiently as Iwaizumi grinds down experimentally.
“Good boy,” Iwaizumi finally mutters. Ushijima purrs with content.
Iwaizumi lifts himself up and drags himself back down slowly, the heat around his cock the best kind of torture, warmer and tighter than anything he’s ever felt. Not even the most expensive toys — those that made him nearly black out in pleasure — could compare to the feeling of his alpha clenching down around him. And this time, Iwaizumi isn’t even focused on teasing him, merely using his dick with no regards to how he feels, half delirious from pleasure and desperate to hold his orgasm back, hold his sounds back, desperate to be good , a good dildo for his alpha.
Iwaizumi takes his time, getting louder and louder as he rides Ushijima, moans and pants filling the room as he heaves himself up and lets himself drop back down. Ushijima tastes blood on his lips from how hard he bit it in his determination to not let a single sound escape, and his knuckles are white from how hard he’s gripping the headboard.
The sensations slow as Iwaizumi grunts in frustration. His thighs must be burning from the workout, Ushijima knows from experience.
“Hands around my hips,” Iwaizumi instructs. His hands fly off the bar they were gripping to Iwaizumi’s waist immediately, finding their place as though they are magnetised to it. They slide down to hold Iwaizumi’s hips as directed.
“Lift me up,” Iwaizumi orders. Ushijima tenses his muscles, making sure to keep his grip around Iwaizumi gentle enough to not break or bruise, and lifts Iwaizumi up as instructed, almost all the way off his dick, abdomen and arms flexing at the slight strain.
“Down,” Iwaizumi tells him, and Ushijima shoves him back down hard. Iwaizumi moans, the loudest he had the entire night, high and airy and yet somehow so guttural, the inherent contrast of an alpha impaled on a cock.
“Fuck. Again,” Iwaizumi demands. “Don’t be gentle.” Ushijima repeats the movement, faster this time, bouncing Iwaizumi roughly on his cock like he is Ushijima’s toy instead of the other way round. Iwaizumi is a ragdoll in his hands as he allows himself to be manhandled, gasping and groaning as he’s bombarded with pleasure.
“Ahhh close ,” Iwaizumi pants. “You can come when I do. Knot me.”
Ushijima’s hips jerk up involuntarily, eliciting another whine for Iwaizumi as he tightens again. Ushijima starts fucking into Iwaizumi with newfound vigour, thrusting up as he pulls Iwaizumi down, jostling Iwaizumi’s untouched dick with every rough movement until Iwaizumi tightens around him one last time, his whole body going rigid. He can feel the cum splattering on his stomach as Iwaizumi rides out his orgasm with a drawn-out shiver. Permission already granted, Ushijima forces Iwaizumi down again, just in time for his knot to swell inside of Iwaizumi’s hole as Ushijima cums.
It takes a while before either of them catches their breaths enough to speak.
Ushijima blinks his eyes open slowly as Iwaizumi takes off the blindfold, waiting for his vision to adjust to the bright light. Iwaizumi is grinning, a little dopey and very satisfied as he grabs the towel he prepared beforehand and starts wiping the sweat and cum off of Ushijima.
“That was something,” Iwaizumi comments. “I can see why you like it.”
Ushijima nods. “Can we do that again? Not all the time but…”
Iwaizumi just smirks, purposefully clenching around his knot. “Sure, but only if you earn it again, pup.”