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“What’cha doing?”
Keiji isn’t even startled by Tooru obnoxiously peering over his shoulder as he scrolls through the endless list of doms on this app that he hasn’t opened in months, “what does it look like?”
“Another bad decision from Akaashi Keiji,” Tooru helpfully chimes in as Keiji just rolls his eyes in response, “I’m just saying, the last two guys treated you terribly.”
“That was last year, I’m sure there’s someone decent who has joined this app since then,” Keiji replies, Tooru rests his chin on Keiji’s shoulder as he wraps his arms around his waist from behind, “I have needs that must be fulfilled before I lose my mind.”
“Totally understandable, but you can’t blame your best friend for being worried about you,” Tooru said, “and how long have you been scrolling anyway? I swear I came home, showered, and had an entire conversation with Kou-chan while your face was still in your phone.”
Keiji’s eyes flickered up to see the time displayed on the corner of his phone, he finished with sorting through his work emails an hour ago, then opened this app determined to find any dom to fuck with this weekend. He thought burying himself with work would help suppress his inherent need to be dominated, to just have someone else take control and order him around for a few hours.
His very first Dom had honestly ruined everyone else after him, he was the perfect man for Keiji, knew just how to get Keiji into that hazy space and crafted their scenes to give Keiji an immense amount of pleasure. Keiji would see him twice, maybe three times a month if he could squeeze it into his schedule and he always arrived with anticipation running through his veins and left with utmost satisfaction.
It was five months later when he told Keiji that he was dropping all of his other subs and marrying his partner, but he wanted to play out one last scene with Keiji since he favored him a little more than the others. It was incredible just like all their past romps together, but Keiji’s heart sank into the pit of his stomach as they shared their last goodbyes and Keiji hadn’t bothered to keep in friendly contact with him.
It wasn’t heartbreak as Keiji wasn’t in love with him, but... he hadn’t realized just how hard it would be to recreate that connection with another dom, how difficult it’d be to achieve that same type of high. Keiji didn’t consider his standards to be ridiculously high, he knew the type of man he wanted and he’d probably scrolled past dozens who would check his boxes by now, but it’s just the utter disappointment he wanted to avoid.
“I’m just going to pick the next hot guy I see and go with it,” Keiji murmured, “at this point I just need a good fucking choking and not from you.”
“Hey! Don’t turn me down before I can offer the use of my glorious, luxurious hands around your throat,” Tooru huffed, but that got a soft smile out of Keiji, “that one looks like he can crush you.”
Keiji tapped at the profile of a dark haired, muscular man and skimmed through his photos to see that he did catch Keiji’s fancy, “he’s the winner, hopefully he’s free for tomorrow night.”
“Gogo Aka-chan, he’s going to tie you up real good and spank the stress away!” Tooru said as Keiji just snorted, “maybe I’ll invite Hajime over and we can have our own kinky night together...”
“If you mean marathoning another season of X-files while you fall asleep in his lap, sure,” Keiji replied while shooting off a message to this dom, he couldn’t say he was all that excited, but it’d be something to tide him over.
“That was one... two times, I was tired from practice, we have plenty of super duper ultra fucked up sex that would make you blush,” Tooru declared as Keiji turned to glance over at his lying face, “... don’t doubt me, Aka-chan, you’ve yet to join us in our bedroom.”
“I’ll happily keep it that way,” Keiji said, his phone vibrating with an instant reply, “would you like to watch me discuss exactly how I like getting fucked?”
“You say that as if I’m not your personal diary for each and every failure of a dom you’ve seen,” Tooru said, “... but no, I’m hungry and I doubt you’ve eaten too.”
Keiji lost the weight and warmth of Tooru as he left and rounded the counter to search through their cupboards to find dinner to whip up for the both of them. One may assume that out of the two, Tooru has the longest list of sexual experience and miles of kinks, but his first relationship was with Iwaizumi and they were still going strong.
Keiji’s promiscuity surprised Tooru when he first learned of it since his junior was so quiet and mild mannered, he also wrongfully assumed that Keiji had been dating another one of their friends. So it wasn’t uncommon for Tooru to come to Keiji with questions about certain things he wanted to try with Iwaizumi, among hearing the interesting stories of the men Keiji had slept with over the years.
... This also came with the side effect of Tooru knowing too much and being a worrywart when he didn’t need to be. Keiji appreciated it at times, but he could make his own disastrous decisions by himself... plus how was he supposed to ever taste that high again if he didn’t put himself out there?
The date was set for tomorrow evening, they briefly discussed what they wanted to do, and Tooru wished him luck on his way out the door. Keiji kept his expectations realistic, internally hoping this guy wasn’t going to be as awful as his last hookups which put him off of even opening the app after blocking them.
They met up at a love hotel that Keiji had been to a few times, he didn’t like bringing guys back to their apartment just to avoid bad associations with his room and Tooru didn’t need his chance to antagonize them. He could hear his best friend whining now about how he never gets to meet any of Keiji’s dates and Iwaizumi bullying him about wanting to ogle another man.
Those silly thoughts kept him amused as he stepped out of the backseat from the car that drove him here and headed up to the room where this dom was waiting on him. At least his pictures weren’t lying, he was your classic definition of handsome, well built, and gave off a mature and commanding aura.
Their introductions were short and Keiji was fully naked within five minutes of walking into the hotel room, his desperation must’ve been obvious and the older man seemed intent on taking his time with the sub. It was clear he was experienced from the way he spoke and played his role as a possessive man who was punishing Keiji for spending too much time with a certain male friend.
Keiji sank into his sub space as his wrists were bound behind him, a paddle smacked his bare ass, and angry words filled the air, as if Keiji had been honestly acting like a slut with his clueless, sunshine friend. The pain from each strike was delicious, having to count them out all over again after accidentally skipping a number had him sobbing into the sheets.
By all accounts, this exceeded his rock bottom expectations as the dom proceeded to use Keiji however he wanted, making sure the younger one would feel that fat cock down his throat days from now. Keiji was allowed to let go, to let his mind become blank with only desire to behave for his dom and hopefully be rewarded with cumming, please that’s all he needed.
But the dom wouldn’t give him that, he wanted to edge Keiji and denied him of his orgasm... something that Keiji was willing to let slide the first time. It happened as Keiji was tossed onto his back and being fucked ruthlessly, he was so close... and a large hand around the base of his cock stopped that.
Keiji had marked down that he didn’t like being edged, hated having his orgasm denied and not simply out of being a greedy sub, it gave him bouts of creeping anxiety that were disturbing the space he’d sunken into. The dom told him that he promised to stop talking to this friend, he’ll let Keiji cum on his cock and a pool of dread collected in his stomach.
Keiji murmured an I won’t as bright golden eyes flashed through his head, spiky dual toned silver-black hair with a beaming smile that made Keiji’s heart race when it was directed straight at him. The dom took his answer as an excuse to nearly bend Keiji in half, pounding into him at such an increased speed that Keiji could barely do more than moan.
He was so close, he’d finally get his release... then the dom pulled out, leaving his hole gaping and cock throbbing with neglect. His anxiety shot through his spine and further clouded his mind, why why why , he babbled and begged the dom to let him come, that’s all he wanted.
“Say it... say you won’t speak to him, I can’t have you out here being a loose slut and disrespecting my name...”
Keiji couldn’t, it was too overwhelming, he wanted this to stop .
He said their safeword and demanded to be released from the cuffs, he needed to get out of this, away from this fucking room and out of this personal hell. The dom was surprisingly calm and collected as he did what Keiji asked of him... that shouldn’t be notable, but Keiji was too busy wanting to scramble off of the bed and grabbing his clothes.
He hadn’t realized just how badly he was shaking until he was trying to button his shirt and said fuck it , he bolted from the bathroom and barely paid the dom any mind as he left him behind in the room. Keiji fished his phone from his pocket, his thumb hitting the first contact that was on the top of his text thread and waited for them to answer, what he didn’t expect was Koutarou’s voice in his ear.
“‘Kaashi? What’s up?”
“I...” Keiji was half tempted to hang up and dial up the right person, but his mind was scrambled and the words from that dom replayed in his head, “... I... I just... need you.”
“Where are you? Are you somewhere safe?” there was the distant noise of other people in the background, Keiji wasn’t too focused on that though, “text me the address and I’ll come pick you up, okay? Stay on the phone with me.”
It’s all a blur of sorts with Koutarou being his usual chatty self while Keiji waited on the sidewalk a couple blocks away from the love hotel, his voice was like a lifeline for him. He’s used to things going bad with doms... but not quite in this direction, wherever his mind was rapidly spiraling and awakening a wealth of anxiety that was resting within the depths of his mind.
He hopped into the passenger seat as Koutarou pulled up in his car and easily accepted the hug that his best friend offered him, but it wasn’t enough . Koutarou softly asked him what happened, did someone try to hurt him or... maybe he was having an anxiety attack like back in high school.
“No I... I was with this guy...” Keiji rarely discussed his various hookups with Koutarou, it just wasn’t a topic that they spoke about often, “we had this scene going and he did something I really didn’t like... and I don’t know, I feel awful . It was going just fine before that but... but...”
“What kind of scene, Keiji?” Koutarou’s serious tone had Keiji looking up from his lap and shaking fingers.
“He was the dom... I was subbing... it’s probably not that bad, I’m just overreacting-”
“You aren’t, you didn’t do anything wrong,” Koutarou said with such confidence as he ran gentle fingers through Keiji’s dark curls, “you are probably going through sub-drop right now and I’m going to help you through it, alright?”
“How do you... know that?” Keiji asked, his tension melting into the seat as Koutarou continued to thread his fingers through his hair.
“I’ll tell you after I get you taken care of, promise.”
...
Keiji was curled up to Koutarou’s side, cheek resting on his pec while his arm was holding Koutarou’s waist as if he’d fly off any second now. He felt much better than just a few hours ago after a scalding hot shower and Koutarou eagerly feeding him his favorite food.
It was the cuddles that helped soothe Keiji’s mind, the soft words of praise that Koutarou offered him as Keiji’s thoughts cleared out of his head. In all honesty he was thinking he should apologize to that dom for running out on him... but he was too comfortable with Koutarou as his body pillow.
“Thank you, Koutarou,” Keiji rubbed his cheek on his chest, an action he’d thought about doing for years now and he may as well take advantage while it’s here, “I’m sorry to have sprung this on you.”
“Don’t be, I’ll always drop everything to make sure you’re okay,” Koutarou replied as Keiji peered up to see those pretty eyes looking back at him, “you can stay overnight too, I really don’t mind.”
“Maybe...” Keiji murmured, “... so... are you into all this?”
“Yeah! I mean I don’t do it as a job or whatever... but I love dominating my partners,” Koutarou casually responded, “I always kind of wondered why you never asked me to do it for you, but maybe I’m just not your type.”
There was a snort that came from Keiji before he replied, “I never, ever considered you to be into that ... and I don’t really... sleep with my friends? It’s a rule I have myself to keep things from getting awkward...”
“ Oh ...” Koutarou nodded in understanding, “so I never stood a chance to begin with?”
“Don’t say it like that, Kou,” Keiji pushed himself up to a proper seated position, Koutarou looked so cozy in just his pajamas while Keiji was in one of his older, worn shirts and sweats, “I like subbing just so I can hand over control... and be put in my place sometimes, it’s easier to break things off with a stranger when I’m not very satisfied.”
Koutarou quietly took that into consideration as Keiji’s mind wandered to what his best friend would be like in bed... nothing new by any means, but knowing that Koutarou liked to dom the people he slept with? All kinds of questions and ideas were springing into Keiji’s head, if anything he’d assume Koutarou was exactly the same way he was on the volleyball court.
And that excited him.
“I wouldn’t mind trying it with you, Koutarou,” Keiji hoped he sounded more confident than he felt, “I know that even if things wouldn’t work out... we’d still be good friends, that’s if you wanted to be my dom.”
“Yes,” Koutarou blurted out, “yeah, fuck , I’d love to do a scene with you and I’d make it so good for you, I promise.”
He almost resembled a puppy with the way his excitement was radiating off of him, “I need to know what that other dom did though, so I won’t make the same mistake... it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it.”
Keiji shook his head, “it’s fine... I just really dislike being edged, it gives me so much anxiety and I don’t like being played around with like that... it’s not fun for me.”
“No edging, I got it!” Koutarou firmly nodded as Keiji couldn’t help smiling, “should we talk about things now or did you want to wait a little longer?”
“After that... I’ll need some time to cooldown,” Keiji admitted, “but when I feel ready, I’ll tell you.”
“Good,” Koutarou reached out to take Keiji in a tight hug, “I’ll make you forget about all those other guys.”
“I’m sure you will, Koutarou,” Keiji nuzzled his face in Koutarou’s shoulder, it’s the first time in months that he’s felt a spark of excitement. They promised each other they’d remain friends after this too, so... there wouldn’t be any feelings to worry about.
...
Three weeks had passed with Keiji and Koutarou discussing what they’d like to do in the meantime, Keiji had the urge to rush through the same conversation he had with other doms while Koutarou was insistent on being meticulous. Keiji was determined it was only going to be a single scene and they were both experienced enough, and maybe he was also antsy because he’d been dreaming of getting Koutarou in bed since he was sixteen.
They met up at a love hotel (different from the last one Keiji went to) after Koutarou was finished with practice that late afternoon and the butterflies were fluttering in his stomach as he’d been waiting on this day for weeks now. Koutarou wanted to leave planning entirely up to Keiji so he wouldn’t be surprised and there were so... so many possibilities that ran through Keiji’s head.
It dawned on him when making an actual list that more than a few ideas were things he’d done with his first dom, but this time he wouldn’t have to pretend that Koutarou was the one touching him. This may have caused him to grab his closest pillow and scream into it so Tooru wouldn’t hear him freaking out like a lovesick school girl, this was becoming reality .
The scene he ultimately settled on after much internal vetting was... quite simple in fact, something his teenage self daydreamed about except they weren’t in a classroom or the middle of the library. Koutarou joked that they could totally head back to Tokyo and break into the Fukurodani school library for peak immersion and Keiji had to lie about not seriously considering that.
Koutarou’s cheerful mood shifted as they stepped into the hotel room, there was a sharpness to his gaze as he glanced around the room, themed in soft, earthy tones, and told Keiji that he’d give him five minutes to change while he went off into the bathroom. Keiji stripped naked as Koutarou closed the bathroom door behind him, then dug into his bag to pull out the oversized MSBY sweater that Koutarou gifted him shortly after being drafted onto the team.
‘Bokuto’ would be across Keiji’s shoulders with his number fully on display on his back and just feeling the fabric against his skin, knowing what was next had Keiji feeling aroused already. He pushed his long legs into a tiny pair of black gym shorts and paired them with knee high athletic socks, then picked up the last piece which was some fantasy novel he lifted from his bookshelf.
Keiji sat in the middle of the bed, flipped to a random page and waited for the Dom to come out of the bathroom. It’s difficult to remember the last time he felt this much anticipation built up within him, there was a trail of disappointment that followed these encounters, but maybe things would be different with Koutarou.
He didn’t react to the bathroom door being opened, instead keeping his gaze pinned on the paragraph that he’d reread at least three times now because the sub couldn’t gather an iota of focus. Heavy footsteps against the wooden floor nearing the bed were the only sound in the room, Keiji suppressed the urge to look up at Koutarou in favor of turning the page of his novel.
“That book must be quite interesting,” now that’s a deep tone that Keiji hadn’t heard from his best friend before.
“It is,” Keiji casually answered, keeping his gaze on the book.
“Are you intending on reading it all night?”
“Probably, I don’t have anything better to do,” Keiji went to flip to another page, “did you want something, Bokuto-san or were you going to keep pointing out the obvious?”
“You’ve got a smart mouth, eh?” Keiji felt a strong hand take his jaw and force his neck upwards to look at the Dom, “you want to try that again, pet?”
“Try wha-” an open palm slap hit Keiji’s cheek, the sting bloomed on his face as Koutarou’s firm gaze was locked on him. His gray-black hair was slicked back with a few strands loose on his forehead, he’d switched out of his casual clothing for a sleek, black suit with a yellow undershirt that was unbuttoned to reveal his cleavage.
“Address me properly,” Koutarou’s firm hold on Keiji’s jaw kept him from even managing to flinch away as another slap landed on that same cheek, “ now .”
“Sir,” the sub blurted out, the book being clutched in his hands hid the growing bulge in his shorts, his heart was starting to race.
“You learn quick, wouldn’t want to leave a mark on your pretty face,” Koutarou mused, rubbing his thumb over the reddened skin, “were you so wrapped up in that book that you forgot to properly present yourself to me?”
“Ye-yes... sir, it’s one of my favorites,” Keiji uttered as Koutarou’s other hand went to pull the book away from his hand, then promptly tossed it over his shoulder, “wait!”
“The only thing that should be on your mind is me ,” Koutarou’s hand slid down to his throat and pushed Keiji back onto the mattress, “did your other doms refuse to teach you how to behave?”
Keiji gasped as Koutarou’s hand curled around his throat, his larger body hovered over Keiji’s form and oh my god , his cock was straining against those shorts, “answer me.”
Koutarou wouldn’t let up the pressure though, the faintest smile on the corner of his lips as Keiji’s airway was slowly constricted. The younger one went to grab at his thick wrist, wrapping slender fingers around it as his breaths became shorter with time, every thought in his head was muddled, hazy.
“I said , answer me, you fucking slut.”
Keiji caught his breath as Koutarou finally pulled back, but his hand was still present on his throat, “they- they didn’t sir.”
“I can see that,” Koutarou murmured, giving his gorgeous throat another squeeze, “I’ll have to retrain you, remind you of your fucking place when you’re with me.”
“Yes sir... I wanna-” Keiji’s sentence was cut off as Koutarou applied pressure once more, his knee slipped between Keiji’s thighs and nudged against Keiji’s crotch. Keiji felt like he was fucking virgin all over again from how keyed up he was from his cock getting a minimal amount of friction.
“You’ll be good for me?” the Dom purposely rocked his thigh on Keiji’s crotch, feeling how hard the sub beneath him was, “so fast to bend when I touch you here.”
“Sir...” Keiji whined, his hips rolling up to seek out Koutarou, “I’ll do anything for you.”
“I know you will because you belong to me and I’ll make sure you’ll never make the mistake of slacking off again,” Koutarou withdrew his hand entirely from Keiji’s throat, “on your knees, bitch.”
Keiji wasn’t given a single moment to collect himself as that same hand was now grasping his hair and yanking him off the bed, Keiji nearly lost his balance like a newborn fawn. Koutarou didn’t ease up as he shoved Keiji down to a kneeling position and briefly left the bed to retrieve his laptop from his bag, the sub remained with his legs tucked under him and hands on his lap.
“You know how to suck cock, right?” Koutarou asked as he sat on the edge of the bed and Keiji nodded in response, “then why are you still sitting there?”
Koutarou paid the sub no mind as he opened the laptop lid while Keiji scrambled to unbuckle his belt and pull his hard, leaking cock out of his black slacks. Having solid confirmation that the Dom was into this as much as Keiji had his own cock twitching in his shorts, he likes this type of play...
Keiji loved having a fat, heavy cock laying his tongue and Koutarou was the biggest he’d attempted to take down his throat, his massive size was everything that Keiji dreamed about. He’d caught glimpses in the locker room back when they were in high school, but that was a poor comparison when he had Koutarou hard as fuck and right in front of his face.
Blue eyes peered up to see that Koutarou gave no reaction to Keiji licking and kissing up his shaft, his fingers barely stuttering on the keyboard when pretty pink lips sucked down the tip. Yes... this was the fantasy that Keiji had stuck in his mind for years now, being ignored by his crush while going down on him, by the man who could befriend anyone with his charming smile and exuberant personality.
It’s as if the sub wasn’t even there while he did work on his laptop, like his cock wasn’t being worshiped by Keiji’s beautiful, cock hungry mouth and that sent Keiji further into his sub space. Being completely disregarded instead of relied on, he’s nothing in the eyes of the one man he’s always been starved of attention for, it’s a new rush of excitement that Keiji never felt before in this life.
Koutarou let out just a small sigh as Keiji could taste the salty precome spilling onto his tongue, he eagerly bobbed his head in an effort to show off just how good he was at swallowing down all of his Dom. His hands cautiously left his lap to go fondle with Koutarou’s balls, massaging them in just the way that he hoped his Dom would like... won’t he come down Keiji’s throat soon?
Please, please, please .
Koutarou gave no warning as Keiji’s pleas were answered, his mouth was filled up with the warm release from his cock, every drop landing on his tongue and being held there while he waited. His eyes were lidded as he sat there with a soft cock resting on his tongue and mouth full with semen, it was... heaven .
“You’re done?”
The nonchalance of Koutarou as he pulled Keiji’s mouth off, then tucked his thumb between his teeth and encouraged Keiji to stick out his tongue. He must’ve looked like a ripe mess with drool and cum dripping down his chin, onto the sweater and his plush thighs.
“I wish you could always look like this...” Koutarou remarked, dragging a finger along the white mess on Keiji’s tongue, “isn’t it better when you behave for me?”
Keiji moaned in response as Koutarou’s hand was keeping his mouth open.
“You’ve earned the privilege of swallowing my cum, don’t pull that bratty shit again or else it’ll be worse next time, understood?” Koutarou withdrew his hand and gave his finger an innocent lick.
Fuck.
...
“You’re in a great mood, Aka-chan~” Tooru said as they were settling down at their favorite table that faced the window in the cafe, “I take it we finally have a success story?”
“Yeah...” Keiji’s cheeks warmed as he flashbacked to those memories from just two days ago, snuggling himself into Koutarou’s arms after having blown him. Koutarou watched with rapt attention as his cute sub jerked himself off to completion, then their first scene ended.
Keiji was purely in the clouds as Koutarou praised him over and over for doing a good job, that Keiji gave him the best head he’d received in a long while and wow was he terribly gorgeous getting choked out. Koutarou’s honesty had Keiji burying his burning face into his neck, he was so used to leaving straight after finishing because he had zero desire to spend any additional time with those other doms.
“Tell me about him then! All the details,” Tooru was practically vibrating in his chair from the copious amount of caffeine he just chugged and his genuine happiness for his dear friend.
“It’s... actually someone we know,” Keiji confessed, he figured that Tooru would find out somehow given how intertwined their friend circle was, “I’ll give you three guesses.”
“Tetsu-chan,” Tooru said without missing a beat.
“... you answered that way too fast for my liking,” Keiji responded as Tooru snickered.
“I’m just saying, have you seen the way he looks at you? And he teases you like a middle schooler, it’s pathetic and cute,” Tooru replied, getting a small laugh out of Keiji, “so am I right?”
“No, next guess.”
“Puddi-kun,” Tooru answered as Keiji tilted his head in response, “what, you’ve seen the look in his eye when he’s getting super into video games... project that into the bedroom and there’s your sadistic kitten.”
“Fair point, but no.”
Tooru pouted as he grabbed his drink and leaned back in his chair, giving this more than five seconds of thought, “... Onigiri-chan.”
“ Osamu? Okay, now I have to hear your reasoning for this one.”
“I heard through the sugavine that he was crushing on you,” Tooru casually said, “and have you seen those arms? Perfect for holding down a twink like you!”
“ Fine , he does fit the physical attributes of my type,” Keiji said, “but I can’t believe you breezed past Koutarou.”
“BOKKUN?!” Tooru yelped, helpfully announcing their conversation to the rest of the surrounding cafe, “you’re fucking Bokkun? No shit?”
“It was one scene,” Keiji quickly answered as the eyes that turned their direction were gone within the same second, “and I just blew him...”
“Oh my god, the scales have finally fallen from your eyes, it’s about fucking time,” Tooru said, “the only reason I didn’t guess him is because you’re the one who gave me an hour long lecture on why, ‘Bokuto-san would never ever in a million years like me, so no we aren’t dating, Oikawa.’ ”
“... right, well, that still holds true,” Keiji replied as Tooru’s brown eyes narrowed back at him, “this arrangement is purely sexual, nothing else.”
“You’re seeing him again?”
“Yes...”
“And you still have a massive crush on him?” Tooru brought the straw between his lips as Keiji glanced away, “tell me how this won’t end in disaster?”
“We’ve been friends for a decade now, we’re mature enough to not let this get in the way of our friendship,” Keiji said, “once we’ve had our fun, we can end it.”
“And if you don’t want to end it?”
“I’ll cross that bridge when we get there,” Keiji snapped back, “can you stop interrogating me?”
Tooru took a sip of his coffee before speaking once more, “of course, of course~ do tell me about how it went with the love of your life.”
Ugh, why didn’t Keiji move out last year?
...
Keiji and Koutarou both had a long, horrible week and were in desperate need to blow off their steam, together. Keiji knew as he sat in the stands, watching the Alders handily take the last set that Koutarou would need someone to let his frustration out on, it was too easy to lean into Koutarou’s ear and suggest it as his teammates were getting hammered.
Keiji had his own stressors in the form of needing to hit an important deadline that he nearly missed because a managaka was late with sending in their pages for editing. That on top of all his other work was getting to him and his sessions with Koutarou had been his favorite outlet that he looked forward to.
He was definitely able to prove Tooru wrong as they continued to see each other under this arrangement and their friendship outside of it hadn’t changed in the slightest. Koutarou was still the same best friend who constantly texted Keiji with silly memes and anecdotes of his day, Keiji would talk about gossip around work or the latest book he’d been reading through in his free time.
On the times they did meet up for lunch or with friends, Keiji may have lingered near Koutarou’s side and perhaps Koutarou liked to leave a hand on his thigh or waist. They’d share knowing glances especially when they’d played together the previous night and Koutarou would be the only one privy to all the bites and hickeys underneath Keiji’s turtleneck.
It was a fun little secret between the two, despite Tooru’s loud mouth, he would never gossip about Keiji’s sex life and as far as Keiji was aware, no one knew that the two were fooling around. Keiji did idly wonder if Koutarou was seeing anyone else, their schedules clashed at times, but Koutarou was always willing to squeeze Keiji in when he was called upon.
Nonetheless, it wouldn’t matter anyway when Keiji’s arms were suspended above him, a chain connected to the hook on the ceiling that led to the leather cuffs on his wrists. A pair of nipple clamps were secured on his flat tits and a large plug, humming away in his ass.
Keiji shivered as the black tongue of the riding crop tickled the inside of his thighs, traced along his balls and licked up the shaft of his cock. The blindfold around his eyes impeded his vision, but Koutarou must’ve been standing in front of him, taking in the view of his vulnerable sub.
Keiji wished they could’ve done this the same night of that loss, and internally begged that Koutarou would loosen his self control for just a moment... but that’s probably what made him such a good dom. He was serious about everything they did, all the planning and making sure Keiji got proper aftercare so he wouldn’t face another awful sub drop.
The wait was well worth it when he felt the lash on the back of his thigh, followed up by more in rapid succession that left his thighs a bright red and marked. Koutarou wasn’t too chatty this time around as he ran the crop up the middle of Keiji’s back, then whipped him again.
The power behind every strike had the sub screaming for his Dom, his cock was painfully hard as the pain spiked up and down his back, his sides, his ass and his thighs once again. If he had a gag on, Keiji was sure he’d be drooling around it, this was nothing short of paradise for the eternally stressed out manga editor, his brain had melted into a fine goop with quite literally no thoughts to spare.
“Color?” Koutarou asked, his lips were right against Keiji’s ears, a comforting hand was on his waist, “answer me, baby.”
“Green, I’m neon bright green... please don’t stop,” Keiji babbled, he rocked his hips back to feel Koutarou’s solid body right behind him, “I love it, love what you do to me, sir.”
“Good pet, just wanted to make sure I didn’t lose you,” a soft kiss to the nape of his neck, the delayed realized that Koutarou called him baby . He wasn’t allowed to dwell on that as Koutarou stepped in front of him and brought the whip down on the front of his thighs, fuck he’d be feeling this for days... maybe longer.
“You’re so wet from this...” the Dom remarked as he ran a finger over the slit of Keiji’s cock, “you wanna cum like a bitch or do you want my cock?”
“Cock, I want your cock, sir...” Keiji didn’t hesitate to answer, “I want you to fuck your anger into me... break me.”
He heard a curse from Koutarou, followed by the sound of something dropping to the floor then, oh ... Keiji nearly yelped as teeth sank into the fat meat of his thigh. The vibrations of the plug inside of him suddenly hiked up too, his wrists instinctively tugged on the cuffs from the utter shock of stimulation that ran through him.
Koutarou wouldn’t be letting him go anywhere, large hands gripping the backs of Keiji’s thighs as he continued to bite and suck numerous marks into his raw skin. The sub was at his mercy, all he could do was take everything Koutarou was throwing right at him and Keiji never felt more alive in his life.
Koutarou must’ve been pleased with his work as he pulled away and Keiji whined at the loss, but he needn’t feel abandoned for too long as the plug was being pulled out of him... then fucked back in. Keiji’s lips parted at the fingertips brushing against him and the Dom fingers were pressing onto his tongue, fucking into his mouth much like the plug being thrusted into his ass.
“Say that you want my cock, princess.”
Keiji really tried to speak around the fingers shoved into his mouth, Koutarou only pushed them in further and had Keiji gagging on them while still steadily fucking him with the toy.
“Is this toy enough? That's all you need to get your selfish ass off?”
Keiji’s denial was drowned out as those thick fingers were claiming every inch of his mouth, the toy was hitting his prostate dead on and Keiji couldn’t squirm away from it if he wanted to. The intense pressure was building up within him, he couldn’t stop that toy from fucking into him although he knew it couldn’t ever compare to Koutarou’s big cock ruining him.
Keiji’s eyes shot open as his back arched forward, his orgasm crashed through him and his cum was likely decorating the floor beneath him, he wanted Koutarou’s cock... not, not this .
“You look so fuckable right now,” Koutarou has pulled the plug all the way out of him, “so many pretty markings on you, all from me...”
“ Koutarou, I need you inside me... please, I wanna be fucked by you, now... I need it, I’m begging you,” Keiji’s tears stained the dark blindfold as he felt the weight of Koutarou’s hand on his hip, “sir...”
“Needy little cock slut,” Koutarou slammed himself inside of the sub with one, smooth thrust and Keiji had the breath knocked out of him. Koutarou’s other hand went to hold Keiji’s chest as he fucked into him with a fervor that Keiji could barely keep up with, it was so primal .
“You feel so fucking amazing baby, so perfect for my cock, wanna keep you tied up like this forever ,” the desperation in Koutarou’s voice had Keiji bucking his hips back in agreement, why couldn’t they stay like this for the rest of their lives? Keiji was happiest when Koutarou was touching him, talking to him, fucking him within an inch of his life.
“You can have me, u-use me like your fuck toy... all you want, Kou ,” Keiji moaned as he heard a low growl from Koutarou, the hand on his waist tightened and the older man was shameless with pounding into his abused hole harder, deeper.
The sub was downright euphoric as he felt the warmth of Koutarou’s cum spill into his hole, he’d served his use as a good sub for his Dom... so good, so perfect .
...
“That got so intense...” Koutarou said from behind Keiji, they were both curled up in bed with some show going on the television. Koutarou had rubbed ointment all over Keiji’s skin and now he was settled between Koutarou’s legs, their naked bodies covered by the sheets.
“One of the best sessions I’ve ever had...” Keiji replied, “honestly, wish I could have you around as a dom all the time.”
“And why can’t you, hm?” Koutarou wrapped his arms tighter around Keiji’s middle, “there isn’t a law saying you can’t.”
“As appealing as a twenty-four seven dom/sub relationship sounds like, I’m not willing to hand over total control of my life to someone else,” Keiji said.
“We don’t have to do it all the time, just whenever you’re down,” Koutarou left featherlight kisses on Keiji’s shoulder, “I can give you that.”
“You already are, no need to change things,” Keiji replied, “I’m happy with how things are, no complications... no feelings to fret about... it’s just us doing as we please.”
Keiji let out a yawn as he turned himself to nuzzle his cheek on Koutarou’s chest, he would be sleeping real well tonight.
...
Keiji was rather happy to opt for water on this night out with his coworkers, their company was celebrating its twentieth year anniversary and everyone had to come out to the bar. He honestly liked his coworkers, majority of them being older and married, they viewed Keiji as a polite, hard working and well mannered son, or little brother depending on who you spoke to and that’s exactly how Keiji wanted it.
The work itself could be grueling with long hours, back to back deadlines, and having to deal with various managaka’s schedules and quirks, but it was tolerable enough with the people Keiji worked with. It wasn’t his first choice of career as he sought out something in literature, however this is where life took him and it mostly paid the bills, plus he still got to assist in making stories come to life.
As for why he opted out of drinking with everyone else, there was a certain coworker he’d been steadily avoiding and that same person grabbed a seat beside him at their table. He was around Keiji’s age and entered the company just a couple months before Keiji was hired so they bonded over being the new guys at the time, but Keiji had no interest in him beyond simple work pleasantries.
It’s been three years since and he’s still trying to get Keiji’s attention as he leans dangerously close to his space and Keiji wrinkles his nose at the smell of beer on his breath. Keiji considered sleeping with him just once to get him off his back, but that’d just open another pandora’s box of irritating bullshit and it was to his luck he only had to see this guy at work, nowhere else.
Keiji checked his phone to see that he’d been here long enough to excuse himself, his bosses probably wouldn’t pitch a fit about him leaving and they were too wrapped up in talking about the good ‘ol days anyway. He sent a quick text to Koutarou, complaining about how mister coworker was probably going to try following him out of the bar or something.
It was mainly meant to be a joke, he didn’t expect Koutarou to reply that he’d be there in fifteen, just hold tight. Keiji tried to ignore how his chest warmed from Koutarou being so willing to come get him, he’d mentioned that morning they’d be having this anniversary party and that coworker would be there.
He brushed off Koutarou’s offer to be his plus one, he didn’t want his nosey work friends asking questions since they latched onto any personal details about their mysterious and quiet editor. Seriously, he brings in one little MSBY jackal plushie to sit on his desk and they’re extremely shocked that he’s into volleyball and knows several of the players.
Keiji stands from his seat and wishes them a goodnight, they wanted Keiji to stay longer, but he claims he has errands to run in the morning and they swoon over how responsible he is, maybe he’ll end up taking over the company some day. As he expected, Minato trails behind him as he leaves the bar and steps into the cool, early spring air, Keiji’s quick to adjust the scarf around his neck.
“I can walk you home if ya like, or maybe he can share a car together, I’ll pay,” Minato is practically stumbling over himself to reach Keiji.
“I’ll be fine, someone is coming to pick me up, but thank you,” Keiji calmly replied.
“Oh, well... are ya free tomorrow? I got free movie tickets that expire at the end of the month and was hoping you could come with me,” Minato smiled back at Keiji, “it doesn’t have to be a date, just us hanging out as friends.”
“It can totally be a date as long as I’m invited too,” Keiji was mildly startled by large arms wrapping around him and that comforting, familiar voice in his ear, “you don’t mind if I third wheel, do you baby?”
“You won’t be third wheeling anything because I’m not going,” Keiji said, “I have a busy weekend with my boyfriend. I did hear from Yuki and Kaori that Ranmaru has been interested in you, but he’s shy.”
“Really?!” Minato drunkenly blurted out, “I had no idea... about you being taken or Ranran wanting me... oh shit .”
“Go to him, you deserve someone who will appreciate your company,” Keiji replied as Minato quickly nodded and thanked him before rushing back into the bar.
“Was that true or are you pawning him off on someone else?” Koutarou asked, still maintaining his back hug.
“There’s a group chat for the singles that I got pulled into, I skim through it sometimes when I’m bored and Ranmaru may have talked Minato somewhere,” Keiji turned around in Koutarou’s arms, “you didn’t have to come, you know.”
“Eh, I was free anyway, I never liked the sound of this guy hounding you and I wanted to be there in case you needed me,” Koutarou’s answer had Keiji’s heart fluttering, “hopefully he’ll fuck off and leave you alone.”
“We’ll see,” Keiji lightly shrugged, “... are you going to keep holding me or can we walk back to my place?”
“I’m happy like this,” Koutarou grinned as he gave Keiji one more squeeze, then finally let him go and Keiji balled his fists into his jacket as opposed to reaching out to take Koutarou’s hand. Their walk was comfortably quiet as they passed by the others who were out tonight, causing Keiji to glance over at Koutarou to see that he appeared to be in thought.
“What’s on your mind?” Keiji broke their relative silence.
Koutarou’s head perked up, then a cheeky smile spanned across his lips, “ah... I guess I'm just wondering about something...”
“Such as?”
“Do you have any interest in dating someone?” Koutarou asked, “not that I’m asking you out, but in general... I don’t think you’ve had a boyfriend in the entirety of the time we’ve been friends.”
“I’ve never had the time for a relationship and... casual sex is easier,” Keiji admitted, “I don’t really... care for the whole process either, getting to know someone and seeing if you’re romantically compatible, it’s... tiresome.”
And the only person I have romantic feelings for would never want that with me.
“That’s only if you hook up with a stranger though,” Koutarou said, “if you go for someone you’re friends with, then you can dive right into all the fun stuff!”
“And if they don’t return my feelings? It’ll be awkward for both parties and ruin the friendship,” Keiji replied, “I’m happy where I am now, Kou, you don’t need to worry about me feeling lonely.”
“... alright, Keiji,” Koutarou softly smiled as he reached out to ruffle Keiji’s hair, but it didn’t seem to reach his eyes, “I... actually had an idea I wanted to run by you for a scene, if you still want to spend tomorrow with your boyfriend .”
Keiji was piqued by the change in topic, however he couldn’t shake the feeling there was something more that Koutarou wanted to say. There were people all around Keiji who were weirdly invested in his marriage status and trying to set him up with their friends or in his coworker’s case, their kids.
Keiji didn’t want to think of Koutarou being like that too, he’d always respected Keiji’s space and decisions, never pushing him to fit into the societal mold. But what if Koutarou was asking on someone’s else’s behalf... maybe Osamu was serious about making a move on Keiji.
There’s no way it would happen, Keiji had to come to the terms that his heart wouldn’t ever move on from Koutarou and their arrangement only further confirmed that no one, no one else he’d hooked up with had him feeling the same rush. It wouldn’t be fair for Keiji to get into a relationship when he wouldn’t be able to give them the love they deserved, when his thoughts would linger and dwell on his childhood crush.
So Keiji listened to Koutarou’s idea over snacks while they lounged in his bedroom, it was definitely something... new that Keiji hadn’t thought of doing and Koutarou going out of his way to ask Kenma for help with setting up the stream was a bit endearing. To help calm Keiji’s rising nerves, Koutarou said they probably wouldn’t be pulling in that many viewers anyway since it was a brand new account... and it could be a one time thing.
They could hide their faces with masks and Koutarou could need to cover up a few of his tattoos, but otherwise their identities would be concealed and Keiji wouldn’t be exposed for being a filthy fucking submissive slut. Fuck , it almost made Keiji want to pin Koutaou down in his bed right there... they hadn’t done anything outside of their planned scenes and Keiji really didn’t want to cross that line.
He was already deep enough to his neck.
They went off to their usual love hotel the following evening, never quite deviating since it was hard enough to find places that accepted a gay couple and it wasn’t too far out of the way. Keiji also found that warm haze settling in just from the familiarity of stepping into their room, he looked to Koutarou for any orders and was told to undress and wait on the bed.
His Dom wanted to open him up before they began the stream, just to have Keiji further relax and fall into his cozy space. The sub rested with his head against the pillow, Koutarou’s lips hot on his neck while his skilled fingers stretched out Keiji’s hole, it felt so intimate compared to their usual play.
Keiji was melting into the bed as three fingers were pumping into him, Koutarou also whispering soft praises between the kisses he was draping all over his shoulders, collarbones, and chest. The owlish eyes looking up at him as he sucked on Keiji’s nipple had his stomach swooping, he was in love with this man and it hurt so much that he couldn’t have him.
Koutarou had him in the palm of his hand, he could tell Keiji to walk into traffic right at this moment and Keiji would be jumping to do it immediately, it wasn’t fucking fair . This would’ve been so much easier if Koutarou wasn’t like... this , just so perfect in every way, knowing how to make Keiji smile, how to fluster him, how to fuck him in just the right ways.
“I’m ready, sir,” Keiji said, breaking the spell that’d fallen onto them, “don’t you want them to see me?”
“I do...” Koutarou offered one last kiss to Keiji’s sternum before withdrawing to take the plug and restraints he’d be using on the sub. Once the plug was inside of him, he maneuvered Keiji onto his stomach, pulled his arms behind him, and placed the cuffs on his wrists.
Next was getting him up on his knees so he could place the thick leather collar around his neck, no blind fold this time, but there was a leg spreader bar clamped onto his thighs. The last piece were the cuffs around his ankles and getting Keiji bent forward, his beautiful ass on display for the camera as Koutarou fiddled with the laptop, then let out an oh shit .
It was cute seeing Koutarou scramble to pick up the masks from the corner of his eye, it made Keiji wonder what he’d be like during, well... normal sex. Those thoughts were swiftly pushed aside as Koutarou finally started the stream, angling the camera so they’d get a decent side profile of Keiji’s body.
Koutarou was in view from the chest down with a marker in hand, ready to write all kinds of names and dirty words on Keiji’s tanned skin. This was the play that Keiji was used to, Koutarou being rough with him not only in actions, but how he’d degrade Keiji with his words too... and now they’d be on display for the internet.
“Cockslut... cum whore... pretty little bitch boy,” that last one had the Dom chuckling as Keiji felt the marker go across his back, “they’re so accurate with describing you and it’s only been... ten minutes.”
The donation bell ringing surprised both of them and Koutarou leaned over to read out what the message was, “Bigloaddaddy69 wants me to spank you and I think that’s a wonderful suggestion.”
Keiji moaned against the mask as that powerful hand came down on his ass, followed by two more spanks in rapid succession since his Dom could never stop at one. He then asked the chat if they wanted anything written on the red handprint marking his ass and filthy fuck hole was the winner.
More suggestions poured in as their viewer count slowly increased, ranging from more spanking to pinching his nipples to fucking him with the plug, all while Koutarou continued decorating Keiji’s body with dirty names and insults. Seeing the kanji sprawling all over his stomach and thighs, the way his Dom was thrilled to humiliate his pretty sub for the camera, Keiji’s cock was leaking like a damn fountain.
The chatters were getting antsy though, they wanted to see what Koutarou was packing underneath his black slacks and put it to use inside of Keiji.
“When are you going to fuck me, sir?” Keiji whined, “I want your cock so badly... I’ve been good...”
“You think he deserves my cock, chat?” Koutarou dug his fingers into Keiji’s hair as the chat was scrolling with excitement, they needed to see this slut get rocked .
Keiji was pressed back onto his stomach, his hips angled upwards for Koutarou to fuck into him and seeing himself in such a messy state had his cock twitching. Koutarou was just the mystery man with the massive cock while they got a full, explicit view of Keiji’s body laid out.
The loud moan he let out when Koutarou thrust into him was so genuine, he loved people watching his Dom fuck and claim him right on camera, along with all those humiliating words on his body. Rough fingers were in his hair once more, pulling his head back as Koutarou fucked into him at a quick and hard pace, he was happily showing off how good he could fuck this beauty.
Keiji was so far into his space that the donation pings were just white noise, all he was focused on was taking Koutarou’s cock like a good slut and the delicious burn that came from being forced in this position. Koutarou treated him so well, always giving him exactly what he wanted, the perfect Dom... his dream boyfriend, god he loved this man.
Koutarou finished inside of him with a heavy groan, he showed off Keiji’s leaking ass to the camera before shutting off the stream for the night, then ripped off his mask to dip his tongue into his hole. Keiji was still sensitive, but terribly immobile as he couldn’t squirm away from the fingers and tongues fucking his messy hole, it was fantastic and Koutarou’s sheer enthusiasm when it came to getting Keiji off was truly unmatched.
Koutarou carried Keiji into the bathroom and they spent their down time in the bathtub with Koutarou scrubbing Keiji’s skin clean of the ink. His heart was so full, Koutarou being gentle and attentive with making sure every inch of his skin was clear and leaving kisses where he could.
It was all so soft...
“Keiji, I was thinking...” Koutarou was drying off Keiji’s back as they left the tub, “I wanted to make this our last scene... I really do enjoy doing this with you, but... um...”
“You don’t need a reason, Koutarou,” Keiji was very happy that he wasn’t facing his friend now as his heart dropped straight to the floor, “if you’re done, then it’s okay, we had a lot of fun together.”
“Yeah... yeah,” Koutarou quietly answered, “we can still cuddle after this.”
“Of course...” Keiji gulped, he should’ve seen this coming, but didn’t know it would be this soon... or hit him this hard.
...
Keiji pushed open his front door to the last sight on this planet that he wanted to see, a couple that was grossly in love and making out on the couch. He slammed the door closed behind him as Tooru and Iwaizumi nearly jumped in fright from being caught, then stomped right on past them.
It’d been a miserable month since Koutarou ended their arrangement, Keiji really hyped himself into thinking he could handle this like a mature adult, but in reality he fucking could not . His texts back to Koutarou were stiff, the few times they hung out with their friends was... awkward, the heartbreak that Keiji experienced was nothing like he’d ever felt before in his life and it was getting in the way of their friendship.
And he only had himself to blame, he should have never accepted Koutarou’s offer, he knew that his feelings would be crushed into smithereens once Koutarou got bored of him. He couldn’t even will himself into finding a random guy to distract his aching heart with, all he did was bury himself into work and scared their group chat when he went on a drunken rant at two in the morning.
He hoped they wouldn’t bring it up the following morning, but his coworkers cornered him during their lunch break and sympathized with him over his breakup. God, Keiji wanted to defenestrate himself from the highest window in this building, however it did feel somewhat nice to get all of that off of his chest.
He should probably get around to answering Koutarou’s texts that he left on read...
“Alright, what the fuck is going on with you, Keiji?” Tooru didn’t bother knocking as he let himself into Keiji’s bedroom, Iwaizumi was peeking out from behind him, “you’ve been acting like a giant bitch since last month and you won’t talk to me about it!”
Keiji bit back the first thing he wanted to say because he didn’t want to direct his anger at Tooru more than he already had... it wasn’t even on purpose, Tooru just always knew how to counter Keiji’s sharp tongue, “... Koutarou ended our... thing and I’ve been pissed off at myself for falling so hard for him... even though he doesn’t return my feelings, I knew what I was getting into.”
Out of all the possible reactions, he didn’t expect Iwaizumi to start cracking up with laughter, accompanied by Tooru running his face over his face and mumbling something under his breath.
“You’re an idiot,” Tooru said.
“I know I am, I’m sure you’re ready to rub it in my face-”
“No, I mean that you’re a big, huge, super fucking idiot,” Tooru helpfully reiterated, “tell him how Bokkun’s been in despair since you two broke up.”
Iwaizumi caught his breath as Keiji furrowed his eyebrows back at him, “Tooru’s right, Kou has been nothing short of devastated, although I didn’t get it out of him until a few days ago, he thinks you never liked him in that way.”
“What?” Keiji blurted out.
“Bokkun is in love with you, you’re in love with Bokkun,” Tooru said, “I don’t know how else I can spell it out for either of you dummies.”
“But then... why would he stop our...” Keiji murmured as he wracked his brain for their ast conversations, were there any signs that he missed?
“Apparently he was going to give it one more try that night you uh... streamed, or whatever?” Iwaizumi’s hand went to rub the back of his neck, “but you shut him down before he could say. There were also some other times that Tetsurou pointed out...”
“Oh my god...” Keiji felt as if a bucket of ice was poured onto him, “I am an idiot, he was being extra sweet that night and I thought nothing of it... I thought he wanted to set me up with someone else...”
Now his roommate and his roommate’s boyfriend were laughing at his expense as everything began to make sense in Keiji’s head, he fucked this up. He quickly rose from his bed, grabbed his phone, and went to push his way past the men.
“Go get your man, Aka-chan!”
...
Keiji hoped it wasn’t too late, that his monumental stupidity wouldn’t come to bite him in the ass as he launched himself out of the car and immediately headed to the elevator to get to the floor Koutarou lived on. It was late enough that he would’ve been home from the gym by now and it’s not as if Koutarou ever mentioned having anyone else over to sleep with.
Fuck, it was so obvious .
Keiji nearly tripped over his own feet as he rushed out of the elevator and went down the dimly lit corridor to reach Koutarou’s apartment, he then knocked loud enough to probably disturb the neighbors, but he didn’t care. Keiji was ready to grovel at Koutarou’s feet in front of the entire world if he needed to, he had to fix this mess he’d thrown them both into.
He was just so determined that Koutarou would never love him back...
“Akaashi,” a drowsy Sakusa opened the door, “... what are you doing here?”
“I want to see Koutarou,” Keiji replied, “I need to talk to him.”
The taller man narrowed his eyes down at Keiji as he didn’t bother opening the door further, “are you here to fuck with him, again?”
“No, of course not!” Keiji firmly said, “If anything I have to apologize to him... and what do you know, it wasn’t anything like that.”
“I’m the one who had to deal with him crying over you using him and breaking his heart,” Sakusa bit back, “out of everyone I’d expect that shit least out of you.”
“Omi, what’s going on?” Atsumu poked his head over the wing spiker’s shoulder, “ oh , let him in, you know Bo wants to see ‘em.”
Sakusa clicked his tongue as Keiji gave Atsumu a silent thank you and shimmed his way past the two, his legs swiftly carrying him towards Koutarou’s room that was the master bedroom at the end of the hallway.
“Koutarou, are you awake?” Keiji asked after knocking just twice on the door, he was prepared to sit out all night, but heard the click of the lock within seconds.
“Keiji,” Koutarou blinked back at him, he was shirtless and only in a pair of gray sweatpants, the spikes in his hair were gone as it lay ruffled on his head.
“I love you,” the words left his tongue with ease, “I love you so much, Koutarou, I’ve loved you since we were in high school, but I thought... you weren’t into me.”
Koutarou’s eyes widened at the sudden confession as Keiji continued, “you asked me why I’ve never had a boyfriend and it’s because my heart has always been with you, no one else has captured my attention... my devotion like you. I’m sorry if it felt like I was using you, I promise it wasn’t my intention, but I just thought... I didn’t have a real chance with you.”
“Baby...” Koutarou softly replied as he went to take Keiji’s cheeks in his large hands, “I love you too, you don’t need to apologize for anything.”
“Yes I do, I-”
“Hush, we were both hiding our feelings from each other,” Koutarou leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over Keiji’s lips, “we can talk more later, yeah?”
“... yeah,” Keiji whispered before he felt those slightly chapped lips on his own, their first kiss blew all of Keiji’s expectations out of the water. Those hands left his face to grab him by the thighs and hiked him up onto Koutarou’s waist.
The door was shut behind them, Keiji fell into Koutarou’s huge bed with a soft bounce, and the older man was immediately on top of him, smothering him with all the kisses he’d been holding back for months now. Ah... Keiji would have to introduce himself to another facet of Bokuto Koutarou... the overly affectionate puppy that was screaming to be released.
...
The satin of the black collar felt comforting around Keiji’s neck, his mind was dropping into a haze from the moment Koutarou put it on him, only further pushed as the leash was clipped on and Keiji was made to kneel between his Dom’s legs. His eyes caught on Koutarou’s thick, muscled biceps and toned forearms as the older one wore a tight black shirt, but it was more than just the overt display of skin.
Keiji knew how much power those arms held now within weeks of their relationship going exclusive.
“Eyes up here, slut,” Koutarou pulled on the leash to pull Keiji forward, causing him to crawl just a little closer to the chair Koutarou was seated in. Keiji’s body was bare save for the blue baby striped thigh highs and white panties barely containing his hardening cock, Koutarou’s idea.
“Are you going to sit there looking dumb or will you get on with it?” Koutarou clicked his tongue as if annoyed, his sub had been through so much training and yet...
Keiji’s fingers worked to undo his belt, the zipper of his slacks and exposed his soft cock to the air, he didn’t hesitate to wrap his pink lips around the tip and took his Dom inch by inch as he was being watched.
“Good boy,” Keiji soon felt a hand in his dark curly hair, the praise had his cock twitching and maybe for anyone else this would be just enough. Koutarou let him suck his cock at his own pace, a... gradually slowing pace as Keiji took his dear time bobbing his head up the hardening shaft.
He popped his mouth off to give kisses and licks to his cock, the gaze from above narrowing.
“What are you doing, pet?”
Keiji glanced up, leaving a wet kiss along the prominent vein running up his length, “sucking your cock, sir.”
“That is not how I fucking taught you,” Koutarou yanked on the leash, “do I have to do everything around here?”
“I can get it right-” Keiji began just has Koutarou forced his cock between his lips, fingers were tight in his hair and Koutarou moved Keiji’s head up and down his cock. His Dom held total control of Keiji’s movements, thrusting in time with that pretty mouth to make him gag, and oh did he delight in the sound.
“Useless...” Koutarou murmured, fucking his sub’s face roughly now as Keiji’s hands gripped his thighs, trying to take it all without choking too much. But that is exactly what Koutarou wanted, to fill his bedroom with the sounds of his beautiful sub gagging and choking on cock, reminding him of the correct way to do so.
“You always have to fuck around, makes me think you’re into getting your throat fucked raw,” Koutarou bucked his hips and tears were beginning to roll down Keiji’s cheeks, “that it? You’re a dumb little whore who is hungry for punishment?”
Keiji moaned around his cock, hearing those words come out of his boyfriends... his Dom’s mouth was sending him to heaven. Koutarou just scoffed and didn’t let down his brutality when Keiji’s mouth, drool dripping down his chin and his collarbone.
“Amazing how pretty you look like this...” Koutarou smirked, basking in the satisfaction of burying Keiji’s nose in his salt and pepper hair on the base of his cock, Keiji truly couldn’t do a damned thing about it.
Keiji braced himself for Koutarou to cum, his thrusts were telling and he wanted so badly for his Dom to fill his belly with his seed. He gasped as Koutarou swiftly pulled him off, his fat cock slick and shiny with spit and Keiji tried to get it back into his mouth.
“Tits, pet.”
Keiji whined, he wanted that cum on his tongue, but he did back away just enough to give Koutarou a clear line shot of marking his flat tits with cum. The sub watched as Koutarou jerked his cock with a few tugs and his cum landed on Keiji, he then traced a finger in his release and spread it all over Keiji’s nipples.
“Gorgeous...” Koutarou remarked before rising from the chair and Keiji crawled after him on all fours, keeping next to his Dom like a loyal pup.
“Get on the bed, you want the paddle, whip, or my hand tonight?” Koutarou asked, honestly it was a tough enough question when Keiji wasn’t in his sub space, but now...
Keiji pressed his hands on the sheets, hips up with his knees slightly spread, “you can pick, sir.”
Koutarou hummed, Keiji heard some rustling behind him and soon felt Koutarou’s hand tugging him back to the edge of the bed, then the cool texture of a wooden paddle. Koutarou couldn’t see the dopey smile on Keiji’s face, but the Dom definitely knew it was there, it’d been a while since they used it because Keiji preferred the sting of the whip... or Koutarou’s big hand spanking him.
“Ten for each cheek, and you better count them out,” Koutarou gave a small tap as he’d pulled down Keiji’s panties to be bunch up around his thighs, “if you cum, I’m not going to fuck you.”
“Yes sir... I won't cum, I’ll be good.”
“Sure you will,” Koutarou murmured as he wound his arm back and smacked the paddle against Keiji’s backside, that got a lovely moan and a one out of him. They were both so happy that Koutarou’s roommate was out for the night, or else they’d need to book a hotel and Keiji felt way more comfortable in Koutarou’s bedroom than anywhere else.
The spanks continued as Keiji cried out the numbers, he kept his upright position too as he couldn’t let his chest hit the bed and he really did want to be good. The delicious sharp pain from the paddle hitting his ass was going right to his leaking cock and his fuzzy head, it’s just what Keiji needed at the end of this arduous week.
“Eight...” Keiji managed as Koutarou rubbed the blooming red skin, his poor sub would have trouble sitting... but seeing the aftermath of their play always made Koutarou so content. He did that to Keiji, no one else, Keiji belonged to him and only him.
“Just a few more~” Koutarou slid a hand between Keiji’s legs to squeeze his cock, Keiji cursed under his breath because he was on the wire, so close . The following strikes as Keiji’s thighs quivering, his arms nearly struggling to hold him up as all he wanted to do was lay there and take more , more pain upon his body.
“T-ten!”
Koutarou kissed his plump ass before flipping the sub onto his back, then stroked his neglected cock so Keiji could make a mess of himself on his stomach. Koutarou did the same, spreading it all over to see him covered in cum and sight was priceless.
“Color?” Koutarou asked as he knelt between Keiji’s legs, his soft lips going to give light kisses to Keiji’s neck and jawline.
“Green... want you inside me, sir...”
“Okay, okay love,” Koutarou captured Keiji’s lips with his own, just for a few moments as he let Keiji cool off. He found that he liked these intimate moments... it all felt less clinical.
Koutarou left for just a second to retrieve the lube and another toy, one of their biggest dildos in the collection if Keiji remembered right. He spread his legs even more in anticipation, Koutarou just smirked at the obscene display.
“You want a fake cock more than a real one, don’t you?”
“No sir, I need yours...” Keiji said just as Koutarou pushed in two fingers, soon to be joined by three since Keiji was loose enough from having been fucked yesterday.
“Liar,” Koutarou replied, “your hole is greedy for anything, any fucking cock that can fill it full .”
There was the slightest burn as Koutarou replaced his fingers with the thick toy, thrusting it in without letting Keiji adjust to the huge size, “see, this proves how much of a cock slut you are, I barely had to prepare you.”
Keiji couldn’t reply as Koutarou surged over him, his large hand going to take his throat and squeezing it lightly, “just about anything would do for you.”
Keiji moaned in response, the stimulation from Koutarou fucking him with his toy to his fingers curled around his throat, thats why he picked this collar... easier for choking his whorish sub. Koutarou dragged the toy out, just to the tip, then fucked it into him at a punishing speed while pinning Keiji down by his neck, slowly retracting his airways.
“I bet you’ll cum like this, a fake cock fucking into your slutty hole, giving you all the pleasure you’ll ever need,” Koutarou said, knowing just the right spot to hit for Keiji to arch his pretty back off the bed, “but you’re too fucking useless to do this by yourself, can’t even make yourself cum, s’why you beg for me.”
“Yes sir, I don’t know-...” Keiji groaned, his fingers going to hold Koutarou’s wrist, “I can’t do it...”
“Need me so badly...” Koutarou coo’d, giving Keiji’s throat a tighter squeeze, “I’m the only one that can make you cum... and you’ll only do it when I say so, yeah?”
“Sir...” Keiji looked up into those golden eyes, the hand on his throat was heavy, his head getting light, but the arousal was spiking down to his cock and that dildo abusing his ass too, fuck.
“My pretty pet,” Koutarou said, another firm squeeze on his throat and Keiji’s eyes were rolling backwards, his lips turned a faint blue as his cock spilled once more. Koutarou glanced down to see the sticky, white mess and slowed the thrusts with the toy, ah... Koutarou will never get enough of that...
“Sir... sir, I’m sorry...” Keiji weakly said as Koutarou went to kiss him and caressed his cheek.
“I’ll fuck you, relax baby,” Koutarou tossed the toy to the side, lubed up his cock, and pulled Keiji up onto his lap. His fucked out sub scrambled to hold onto his shoulders as Koutarou slid his cock up into his gaping hole and kissed him senseless.
All Keiji knew was that he was stuffed with his Dom, that he did good and earned his reward, that Koutarou’s warmth was addictive. His body was bounced on Koutarou’s cock as the Dom held onto his waist and admired how beautiful his baby was, such a good boy for taking him multiple times...
“Don’t stop sir, I want your cum inside me... please .”
“You’ve earned that much,” Koutarou gripped his waist as Keiji’s nails scratched into his shoulders, this was all he wanted tonight... and Koutarou happily gave it to him.
Keiji was gently laid on his back once Koutarou finished inside of him, a plug kept his load of cum from leaking out of him. He did his diligent duty of cleaning up his baby and spoiling him with cuddles and soft words as Keiji floated in his space.
Koutarou was the best dom... and lover that Keiji could ever ask for.