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Saiki bit off more than he could chew.
Ever since he married one of his bestest, and closest Academy friend, he couldn't shake off the feeling he should be doing… more. More around their shared home. Sure, they split the chores, but Usami had maids to do most of the work. Maids? Cleaners. Helpers. There’s a lot of people out and about in their big house that he’s lost track of.
Ah, did he forget to mention? His husband was a renowned Yakuza boss.
Or so he says.
Oftentimes Usami would come back home with blood splattered on his clothes, dirtying the floor. The first time this ever happened, Saiki panicked. He checked on Usami for bruises, and briefly calmed down when he saw that he wasn’t hurt.
“I’m sorry,” Usami had apologized back then. Gently holding onto his face with a clean hand. “I don’t want you to worry.”
Saiki had said nothing, and opted to drag Usami into the bathroom to wash off the blood. Ever since then, he’s never seen a speck of blood on Usami ever again.
Now thinking back, he should’ve asked how they were able to afford such a luxurious house. Nice furniture and structure— you know, the works. He knew what the Yakuza were up to thanks to media coverage and hearsay, but he didn’t actually know the ins and outs of it.
What did they do? Why were they rich? Why did Saiki need to have a guard watch over him all the time when he went out? Why did Usami come home so late sometimes?
Actually, maybe he shouldn’t ask. Now that he thought about it more clearly. The less he knew, the more at peace he would be.
Still, despite being a… “trophy wife” as Wen would call him, he hasn’t really done anything trophy wife-y. He stared at the white ceiling, glaring at the light as it strained his eyes. What could he do? He couldn’t really cook, much less clean. He couldn’t really go out and ask “hey, my spouse is a yakuza boss, what can I do as a kind gesture?” People would think he’s crazy or delusional.
Well, he could provide comfort at nights when it gets rough but—
Pause!
That’s it!
He jolted out of the floor, yelping as he hit his knee then scrambled out of the house. He bid a quick goodbye to one of the people that stood guard by the door and said he’d be back really, really fast. That didn’t deter them, though, with one of them running after him to watch over him as usual.
He doesn’t know if Usami was into this type of thing, but if it was Saiki, surely he’d appreciate the gesture?
***
It’s almost midnight by the time Usami comes back home.
The house was eerily quiet, something that was out of the norm with how loud Saiki was. He’d normally run up to Usami and greet him with a loud “welcome home!” and a hug, but tonight? Quiet. Too quiet.
The usual guards that were usually placed at the front are missing, as well as the helpers for the day. There were people here, with the way the house was cleaned up, but other than that? Nothing. Even the main lights were off, with only the moon and a few lamps turned on to provide luminance.
Usami feels his guards rise up.
He cautiously walks along the corridor, eyes scanning each nook and cranny over his colored shades for anything amiss. Some doors were closed, with nothing out of place. It feels as if he was walking on a set design, despite having lived here for a good few years already.
He pauses when he hears the pitter patter of dull footsteps. His hand slowly reaches inside his coat as he keeps his breathing silent.
“Freeze!”
He freezes.
But his guard lowers, knowing whose voice that was.
“Put your hands where I can see them!”
Usami raises his hands, palms out.
“Turn around! Slowly!”
The moment Usami turned around, his breath was caught in his throat.
Saiki was standing in front of him, dressed in a female police uniform with an imitation gun in his hands. It would’ve been fine if it wasn’t for the tight miniskirt he was wearing. He can clearly see the leather cling onto his thighs, and how the skin juts out with how tight the thigh-high stockings were. His eyes were literally glued onto the sliver of thick skin between the skirt and sheer fabric, and barely caught what Saiki was saying.
“—you’re under arrest!” Saiki exclaims, finger on the trigger.
“Hm? For what?” Usami grins. Finally finding the strength to look away and up at Saiki dead-center.
“For selling illegal drugs around the West Wing,” Saiki says, voice firm as his eyes narrow. “Also battery, kidnapping and blackmail. Don’t think you can get away this time.”
Usami’s grin widens, taking measured steps towards him. “Oh? What makes you think you’d be different from the others?”
Saiki doesn’t falter as he clicks the safety off the gun and shoots next to Usami’s foot. A clear mark embeds itself against the wooden floor, making Usami step back a bit.
He was serious about this.
Well, two can play that game.
“I’ve checked this area up and down, there’s no way you can beat me unarmed.” Saiki moves forward this time, prowling like a panther that’s found its prey. “Take one wrong step and it’ll be your head.”
“I’d love to see you try, Officer.”
Usami doesn’t expect to be tackled head on.
He grunts as they both fall on the floor, his back hitting the wood with a loud thud. He groans from the dull pain, and looks up just in time to see the nozzle of the gun pointed directly at his forehead.
“Don’t move.”
Usami keeps still. His hands still splay out on either side of his head as Saiki straddles his chest. He took a glance down, Saiki’s skirt having stretched around his thighs allowed him a peak of what was underneath—
Nothing?
Usami’s jaw slackens at the revelation.
Saiki is wearing nothing under that skirt.
It was hard to remain calm when flashes of arousal shot through his body almost immediately. He grits his teeth when he feels Saiki shuffle back. Ass now sat on the very obvious tent in his pants.
However, Saiki says nothing when he can clearly feel the bump. Instead, he grinds against it. His hips moving ever so slightly, rubbing against the bulge, but not enough that it would be obvious what he was doing. If anyone else was there, it would look like he was simply adjusting himself. For Usami? Well, he desperately wanted to place his hands on Saiki’s waist.
“Usami Rito,” Saiki remarks, “Do you have anything to say against these charges?”
Usami stares at the barrel of the gun, very much used to this type of view. However, with such a tantalizing prize sitting right on his lap, there were more rewards to be reaped.
“I do.”
Saiki clicks his tongue, “You still have the courage, huh.”
“Of course,” Usami drawls out, his gaze now shifting to look at Saiki’s eyes, “You gave me the option, so I’m choosing it.”
Saiki scoffs, leaning slightly forward to press the gun against Usami’s forehead. “So?”
Usami grins widely, and Saiki’s stomach drops the moment he sees it.
“Never let your guard down.”
In a flash, their places were switched. Saiki grunts as his back hits the floor, arms pinned above his head as Usami looms over him. The gun clatters away uselessly, too far away from Saiki’s reach. Usami’s shadow casts over Saiki ominously, with only the moonlight highlighting his frame.
“You’re brave, coming to try and arrest me alone.” Usami tuts, gathering Saiki’s wrists into one hand. He uses his free hand to trace a finger down Saiki’s chest, playing with the buttons that came across. “Where’s your back-up, hm?”
“They— they’re…” Saiki stutters, a bit disheveled by the sudden change in position, “They’re close by!”
“Uh huh?” Usami provokes, “So they’ll hear you if you scream?”
“Of course!” Saiki declares. “They’ll—”
Before Saiki can finish, he’s suddenly picked up and carried over the shoulder like he weighed nothing. He flails and tries to hit Usami’s back to no avail. Usami then yanks open the door to the master bedroom, before throwing Saiki on the bed with a soft thud. Saiki bounces lightly, then quickly shifts away until his back hits the headboard.
With his exits barred, Usami stalks forward and cages Saiki in between his arms. Saiki glares up at him, eyes flitting between him and to the sides as if he was trying to figure a way out of this.
“You—!”
Saiki lets out an undignified squeak when he feels Usami’s hands grab onto his waist and pull him underneath his body. His fingers splay out over the belt when a jingle catches their attention.
As if Usami’s grin couldn’t get more devious enough.
“At least you came prepared.” Usami hums, clicking off the handcuffs off of Saiki’s belt. “But not prepared enough, it seems.”
“Give that back—!”
Saiki reaches out for the handcuffs, but freezes when he sees one of his wrists has been locked into one of the cuffs. He didn’t even see Usami move! How did that get there?!
He’s so caught up in shock that he barely protests when his other hand is guided together. With a resounding click, he was now bound by the handcuffs he was supposed to use on Usami.
Saiki grunts when Usami pins his hands over his head again, eyes wide as he looks up at Usami. The Yakuza Boss gives him a small smile, eyes closed and all before he leans down next to his ear.
Usami whispers, gently squeezing Saiki’s hip, “Tell me if this play is too much, okay?”
He could see Saiki glance towards him for a moment, before breathing out an: “I will.”
Usami gives him one of his carefree smiles, before it stretches into a smirk again. Usami’s free hand roams over his chest, fingers catching on the buttons and low-neckline. The fabric was flimsy, clearly bought from some cosplay shop, and easily rippable.
So that’s what he did.
“Hey!” Saiki yelps, watching as the buttons fly off his costume. His character was broken for that brief moment. “That was expensive!”
“It couldn’t be that expensive.” Usami argues, now sneaking a hand under the rough fabric. “I can buy you new ones.”
“Ones?!” Saiki screeches as his face flushes red, “What’re you thinking?!”
“Since you’re interested in this type of play, why not?”
“You perverted—!”
Saiki tries to kick at him in retaliation, but Usami was able to pin Saiki’s legs down with his own. Usami chuckles at the other’s grunt, opting to gaze at the body below him. He could clearly see the bump in the tight fabric, begging to be released. Now, usually Usami was a kind man— always giving Saiki what he wanted.
But now?
“I must admit, you may have outwitted me this time.” Usami hums, easily switching back to their play. He sits on Saiki’s legs to avoid them from potentially moving away. “I wonder… should I give you a reward, or punishment for hurting my Family?”
“Don’t speak nonsense!” Saiki spits back, “The fact that they were working for you meant they deserved it as well!”
“Ohhh?” Usami tilts his head as one hand further pulls Saiki’s ripped shirt apart to reveal an unmarked chest. He thumbs over a nipple, earning a hiss from Saiki. “Have you ever considered they didn’t know what they were getting into? Just plain civilians doing work and leaving after pay.”
“Th—That’s…”
Usami clicks his tongue like a mother reprimanding her child, before pinching the nub until it hardens under his touch. “Does the police force not care as long as they’re related to me? Not even doing proper background checks? I’m disappointed.”
His lips descend on the other nipple, mouth sucking on the nub. His teeth gently pull against it until it pebbles under his tongue. His free hand tweaks and tugs the other until it turns slightly red, a finger then circles around the areola, making Saiki writhe under him.
Saiki’s chest twists slightly, as if his body was unsure if he wanted to push or pull against the odd stimulation.
“W— ah! Is this how you normally treat your victims, huh?!” Saiki shoots out instead, then gasps when Usami bit down lightly around the area.
When Usami pulled away, his right side was slick with saliva as a bite mark encircled around the areola.
“Not usually.” Usami gives him another smile, “But for you… well, I’ll make some exceptions.”
Before Saiki could retort, Usami raises his head slightly to place a kiss against his neck. Saiki takes a sharp inhale as teeth sink down between the junction of his shoulder, then sucks on the bite slightly. Usami moves lower, nipping against the smooth expanse of skin then places a final kiss just above Saiki’s heart.
By this point Saiki’s breath was laboured, glancing between his bitten chest and Usami, who in turn looked proud of his work.
“You—” Saiki musters up the strength to retort. “You can’t possibly—”
“And who are you to say no?”
Saiki bites his lip as he sees Usami move his hand down, just hovering over Saiki’s pelvis. Barely touching, but he could feel the heat of the other’s body right underneath his palm. Usami glances up briefly, amused by how Saiki was watching him with an intense look. Expectant, despite all the bold claims.
Instead, he moves away, placing his hand over Saiki’s thigh where leather meets skin. He smooths his hand down to the sheer stockings, feeling the coarse fabric until he reaches Saiki’s knee.
He hooks his hand underneath and dislodges Saiki’s leg from under him, placing it over his shoulder instead. Usami watches as the tight leather skirt is stretched and pulled back, finally giving him a full view of what was hoping for.
“No underwear?” He teases.
Saiki immediately flushes, “It’s not like I could wear trunks under these!”
“Briefs?”
“It, uh… It didn’t look good.”
“Uh huh.”
“Stop patronizing me!” Saiki tries to kick at him again, but all he could do was hit uselessly in the air. The character he tried to play was already broken with how embarrassed he felt. “At least appreciate it!”
“I am, no worries.” Usami kisses the exposed skin between the skirt and stocking. “I appreciate it very much.”
Usami then shows his appreciation by leaning down and continuing to kiss over the expanse of Saiki’s skin. His hands roam, hooking themselves on the underside of the leather skirt and pushing it upwards. He continues to kiss up, from his inner thigh, hip, then abdomen.
Saiki-face further reddens as the skirt bunches up around his waist, cock standing up straight, red and angry. Saiki looks away, shivering as he feels Usami’s eyes raking over his body.
Usami leans back before murmuring against Saiki’s knee, “You’re already hard?” He gently bites over the covered skin, and Saiki lets out a shuddering sigh.
“As if you have any say in this!” Saiki argues, somehow freeing his leg from Usami’s grasp. Usami grunts when he feels a padded foot over his groin. “You’re hard too!”
Usami groans as the foot rubs over the tent in his own pants. The space in between Saiki’s big toe and second squeezes the tip, as the forefoot presses up against the shaft. Usami involuntarily jerks, hips grinding against Saiki’s covered foot. It’s a bit humiliating, really, allowing himself to inadvertently grind against Saiki’s foot like a dog when he was the one that was supposed to take charge.
He let out a shuddering sigh, before stopping. He grabs at his coat, and throws it off somewhere, before placing his hands on the sides of Saiki again.
Usami peaks over his shades, grinning as the satisfied look on Saiki slowly falls off, “Having fun?”
“N-No?”
“It’s not good to lie.”
Usami leans forward again, this time capturing Saiki’s lips into a kiss. While he was distracted, Usami takes the time to move Saiki’s legs out of the way, slotting himself in between the other man’s legs. Saiki gasps at the feeling of silk pants pressing against his naked skin. Usami took the opportunity to shove his tongue inside Saiki’s mouth, kissing him deeper as his hands roamed across Saiki’s body.
He can feel Saiki’s arm move just a bit, but never came down to push him away. There was a subtle shake, as if wanting to move them, and Usami internally praised his dear spouse for obeying his orders.
Saiki gasps again when Usami’s hands come around to grab at his ass. Massaging the skin there, before moving up. Circling his hands around Saiki’s waist, fingers almost touching by how thin the man was. His thumbs pressed gently against Saiki’s pelvis, slowly moving up and down in lieu of a massage.
Saiki squirms, moaning into his mouth as he captures every single gasp and sigh. They part for a bit, appreciating the dazed look on Saiki’s face for a moment, before finally saying something.
“C’mon, princess. You can move your hands for now.”
“Don’t call me that!”
Despite his shriek, Saiki does move his arms. They hook themselves over Usami’s neck, fingers interlocking within orange hair and gently pulling at the strands.
Saiki looks inquisitive, lower lip jutting out just a bit.
“What is it?”
“Kiss.” Saiki mutters, having the gall to look a bit shy.
Usami rolls his eyes, finally taking off his shades, and kisses Saiki again.
When Usami pulls away, he takes this moment to marvel at the man beneath him. He hasn’t done much to him, but Saiki already looked like a mess. His shirt was torn open, skirt bunched up, showing his leaking cock. Usami could feel Saiki squirm beneath him, a healthy flush on the other man’s face as he was stared at from up to down.
“Don’t just stare at me.” Saiki breathes out.
Usami merely hums, still staring anyway, much to Saiki’s chagrin. “I like looking at you.”
“You see me everyday.”
“Not like this, I don’t.” Usami argues back. “Next time, wear lingerie or something.”
Saiki’s face flushes a darker red, “N-No! As if! This is humiliating enough!”
“Then what about my clothes?” Usami offers as he leans to grab something from the bedside table. “It’ll look sexy.”
“Oh my god.”
He chuckles at the other’s reaction, and could feel Saiki watching him as he grabs a bottle of lube from the top drawer, before settling back down on Saiki’s legs. Usami tilts his head to the side, thinking deeply as he stares down at Saiki’s pelvis. His free hand hovering over the bunched-up skirt, unsure of what he wants to do.
“What are you waiting for?” Saiki pipes up.
“Thinking how I wanna fuck your thighs.”
Saiki’s face burns.
Usami nods as he finally decides on what to do. He removes Saiki’s arms from his neck, and briefly gets off his legs, before collecting them into one arm and holding them together. Despite being built like a twig, Saiki had enough meat in between his thighs for a small gap to sliver through.
“Put your hands back up,” Usami orders, shifting Saiki’s arms in place to where he wants them. “Remember to keep them up there.”
“Yes, yes…”
Saiki jolts when he feels the cool lubricant coat his inner thighs, watching with slight embarrassment as he sees Usami’s fingers slick up his skin. He was glad that his stockings were low enough that it didn’t get ruined by the lube.
Deeming it slick enough, Usami positions himself behind Saiki’s legs. He fumbles with his pants for a bit, cursing out his double-belts before Saiki forces himself to sit up. He pauses as he watches Saiki unbuckle his belts— even with his hands in handcuffs, he did it with such ease that Usami felt his dick harden just from that.
He wasn’t sure why, though. Perhaps it was the Saiki-effect.
Once the chains were unhooked, and his zipper was down, Usami pushes Saiki back down onto his back. He grabs onto Saiki’s legs again, and lets them hang onto one of his shoulders. Usami hisses when he holds his own cock, red and hard from neglect. A shiver runs down his back as the tip of his cock hits the back of Saiki’s thighs, slowly feeding into the enclosed heat.
As his pelvis meets the back of Saiki’s thighs, he wraps his arms around Saiki’s legs and looks down. He ogles at how he could see the tip of his dick and then some in between the other’s thighs, the slick of the lube and tight heat was enough to set his brain into overdrive.
Was this how it felt like to have x-ray vision? Seeing his cock stuffed up Saiki’s ass— seeing how his insides hold onto him like they didn’t want to let him go?
Usami lets out a shuddering sigh, and finally moves. His grip on Saiki’s thighs tightens, relishing the feeling at a slow pace. He can hear Saiki’s labored breaths every time he thrusts in, as their cocks slid against each other. The friction of Saiki’s skin against his own made him dizzy.
It wasn’t long until Usami picked up the pace, already feeling impatient enough after seeing Saiki the first time. Saiki’s mouth hung open, letting small noises out. With each thrust into the tight heat, Saiki’s moans increase as well as the precum on their cocks, making the slide easier. He could feel Saiki’s legs tense, and Usami quickly reached down to stroke both their cocks at the same time.
“Ah—!” Saiki bit his lip, eyes slightly watering as he cums first, making a mess of himself.
There’s an obvious tremor around his body as Usami kept thrusting into his thighs, quickening his pace until he adds to the spend on Saiki’s abdomen. He grunts, hugging Saiki’s legs tightly as he fucks through his orgasm.
His grip slacken, allowing Saiki’s legs to slide off his shoulder and onto the bed. Their breathings were laboured, but Usami was far from over with him. He quickly unbuttons his shirt, throwing it somewhere across the room before patting Saiki’s hip.
“Can you still go on?”
Saiki takes a moment to answer, still heaving as he glares at Usami from the side of his arm.
“I’m not as weak as you think I am!”
“Uh huh.”
Usami snorts, before grabbing onto the back of Saiki’s thighs and pushing them forwards. Saiki yelps, back arching uncomfortably as he’s bent into an awkward angle, his weight fully placed onto his upper back and shoulders, forcing his neck to look up. He could only whimper as Usami looms over him.
“Like what you see?”
“As if.”
Usami juts out his lip, a faux look of sadness passing, “You hurt me so.”
“What’re you— huh?!”
Saiki yelps when he feels a tongue lap around his tight ring of muscle. Large hands grab onto his waist, pulling him further into the offending tongue breaching into him as lips sucks around the rim.
“Wait, wait— that’s—!”
Usami ignores Saiki’s protests, and opts to reach around and grab Saiki’s half-hard cock, still wet with spend. The other whines, legs trembling from barely having time to recover. Though he was rather thin, with the way Saiki’s thighs were pressed against Usami’s face, he concluded he didn’t mind dying in between Saiki’s legs with how tightly they were squeezing his head.
As he eats him out, he moves his hands in another position. With one arm circling around to hold onto Saiki’s waist, while the other inserts its fingers alongside his tongue.
Saiki gasps, arms visibly twitching in self-restraint— perhaps he wanted to grab at Usami, or even push him away. He chuckles, the reverberations causing Saiki to tighten his hold on his head.
Usami finally pulls away, gently coercing Saiki’s legs to slacken. He slowly lowers Saiki’s hips, lips leaving Saiki’s ass as he further prods his finger inside.
“Your hands.” Usami warns.
Saiki froze, arms already halfway down his chest before he knew it. He shook as he placed them back up, red-faced and flustered.
“S-Sorry.” Saiki mutters, eyes already glazed over so slightly.
Usami tuts, his hand had paused for a moment, before it retreats, leaving the first knuckle in then shoving a second finger inside. Saiki yelps, legs twitching at the sensation and spreading just a bit wider. Saiki desperately wanted to hold onto Usami, but god knows what Usami would do if he didn’t listen to him again.
Instead, he grabs onto the pillow, eyes shut as he feels those two fingers spread him open. As the two fingers prod his insides, the low heat building up in his abdomen became fiercer, legs jerking at his sides, before they curled in on themselves.
“Does it feel good?”
“I don’t— I don’t know…” Saiki mutters, body heating up as he squirmed.
Usami hums, tilting his head before grinning, “Okay, let’s try again.”
“Hn—?!”
Usami curls his fingers upwards, forcing them down on the spongy texture inside. It was slow, but intense, making Saiki cry out and babble out nonsense.
“S-Stop!” Saiki breaks Usami’s order to grab onto Usami’s wrist. Even then, he couldn't do anything. Too physically weak from pleasure. “Wait a moment—!”
“I told you to keep your hands up there.” Usami clicks his tongue, moving his hands faster.
Saiki wails, still gripping onto Usami's wrist as it moves at a quick pace. Usami coos, but enjoys each and every little reaction Saiki was giving him. Finally taking pity on his poor spouse, Usami held onto Saiki’s cock and jerked it with each movement of his hand.
“Haah—?!”
“I’ll stop…” Usami grins, before pressing down against the other’s tender spot, “Only if Tetsu cums a lot, okay?”
Saiki’s back arches, body convulsing as cum spurted out from his cock. His legs shiver, gasping open-mouthed as he tried to even out his breathing. His chest stutters, as tears fell freely down his cheeks.
Usami slowly retracts his hands, now wet with lube and spent. Instead of wiping it off, he taps his cum-covered fingers against Saiki’s lips. Without much thought, Saiki takes those fingers in, allowing his tongue to curl around Usami’s fingers and lick off the cum on them. Without another thought, Usami pushes his fingers in further, pressing down on Saiki’s tongue as the other drooled slightly.
Hey… isn’t that a bit erotic?
He pulls his fingers away, with Saiki sucking them off one last time to clean them off. In that brief moment in time, Usami wondered what he did in the past to receive such a gift. Though his life wasn’t one he expected it to be, having Saiki here, underneath him, was worth it.
Usami wastes no time hiking up Saiki’s legs on his shoulders again. He grabs his dick, allowing the tip to kiss up against Saiki’s hole.
“H-Huh?” Saiki’s orgasmic-hazed stupor breaks when he feels pressure against his backside. “H-Hey, wait, wait, I just—!”
Instead of listening, he pushes through. Sighing in relief as the tip pops in the enclosed warmth. Saiki whines at the slow drag, feeling every vein and stretch as Usami plunges inside.
Once he was to the hilt and hips flush against each other, Usami grants Saiki some bit of mercy by waiting. His hips twitched in suspension, wanting to fuck in already, but knew Saiki needed a break.
Usami glances down, opting to look at Saiki instead. Marvelling at his spit-slicked lips and red face. There’s cum drying on his torso, as the remnants of the police outfit laid in shreds.
He briefly thinks about what else he could put Saiki in.
After a few more seconds, Usami finally moves. Starting out slow, similar to when he fucked Saiki’s thighs. He grunts, allowing the pleasure to run through his veins as he relishes in Saiki’s tiny moans.
“Tetsu.”
“Wha?”
“I’m at my limit.” Usami confesses, then adjusts his grip to hold onto Saiki’s sides again. “Sorry.”
“Now you’re sorry—?! Hik—!”
He pulls back, and slams home in quick succession, giving Saiki no time to breathe or take a break from the onslaught. Shaky hands grab fruitlessly against his abs, blunt fingernails scratching down the muscle in vain.
“W-Wait, don't move—!”
Despite Saiki’s pleas, Usami kept thrusting.
“It— It feels weird— wait—!” Saiki pleads again, pulling at the cuffs so strongly that the plastic chain stretches with the force, “Slow—!”
“I want to see you become more of a mess though,” Usami sighs, though he doesn't seem all that disappointed. “I understand… I’ll move more slowly.”
“Ah—!?”
Usami thrusts in deeply, then stays there for a bit, before pulling out, just leaving the tip in, before fucking back in with a powerful shove. Saiki gasps, eyes widening at the suddenness of it. Usami’s pace was slower, but his thrusts were harder, making Saiki shake with each pound. Despite the slow pace, Saiki didn’t stop squirming, if anything, the tears from his eyes seemed to fall faster.
“Stop— stop—” Saiki weakly pushes against Usami’s chest, clawing at him to no avail.
“What’s wrong?” Usami grins, “I’m moving slower than before.”
“Inside— it feels—” Saiki grits out, eyes widely looking in between them. “It’s— weird!”
“Weird?” Usami repeats. “Do you want me to go faster?”
Saiki shakes his head, unable to think properly, much less say yes or no. His body twitches as he grabbed the pillow above his head pulling it with enough force that there was a notable tear by the seams.
“Then won’t Tetsu choose one?”
Usami grunts, switching between paces, “Fast or slow, Tetsu?”
“I’onno!” Saiki sobs, “I’on’t want either! I—!”
Even with tears streaking down his face, Usami continues shifting between paces. He would go fast at first, then slow down into deep languid thrusts that had Saiki’s back arching and screaming.
“It’s—! Strange!” Saiki whines out, body locked in stasis as he tries to get himself together. “I— I— ah! Nghhh—!”
He let out a full body shudder as his cock spurts watery cum on his chest and abdomen. Usami could only watch with mirth in his eyes, gazing upon his dear lover as he came apart with just a few thrusts. Usami chuckles, dipping a finger into the white and smearing it all over.
“Did you just cum from the back alone? I haven’t even done much to you yet.” Usami grunted out, “And I’m not finished either.”
Saiki can only cry, unable to do anything.
Despite the onslaught, Saiki is fully aware he could just say one word and it’ll stop the entire play. He, despite the oversensitivity electrifying his brain, refuses to give in. Besides, it wasn’t like it didn’t feel good.
You know, judging by how hoarse his throat was from how loud he was screaming.
Saiki lets out a yelp when his world flips, eliciting a punched out moan when he sits on Usami’s lap. The cock inside him reaches deeper, causing him to lock up, unknowing of what to do with his hands.
“You said you didn’t know what you wanted me to do.” He can vaguely hear Usami from below. “So go at your own pace.”
“Wha…” Saiki mumbles, now looking down. He’s more aware of their position— with Usami laying back, and Saiki sitting on top. Large hands stroke against his waist, down to his thighs, gently coaxing him to move.
“C’mon,” Usami pats Saiki’s thighs, thumb brushing so close to his pelvis.
“This is…” Saiki trails off, legs shaking as he places his hands on Usami’s chest to balance himself. “I don’t…”
“You can do it.” Usami gently urged, “I can help you.”
“No, no!” Saiki yelps, putting his weight fully down and whimpering as the cock inside him moves slightly. “I’ll do it! Don’t move!”
With a whimper, Saiki pushes himself off by an inch, then groans when he falls back down. It’s a slow pace, but with how much strength that was left in him, this was the best he could do.
Still, he was glad that Usami had the patience to let him go at his own speed. The hands on his waist silently motivating him, but not helping out. A part of Saiki just wants to hand the reins over to get this over with, but he didn’t want Usami to get the last laugh.
With renowned determination, Saiki plants his knees on either side of Usami’s waist, and moves.
His moans turn staccato, each gasp and groan escaping his lips everytime he fucks down. It isn’t as fast as he wants, isn’t enough to scratch that itch deep inside despite having control.
“Rito-kun.” Saiki whines, a pathetic one that he didn’t want to acknowledge. “Help…”
“Princess wants help?”
“Can you not call me that?” Tetsu weakly hits against Usami’s chest.
“Pfff, sorry.”
Usami apologizes by raising his hips, and planting his feet on the bed. He readjusts his grip on Saiki’s waist, before holding him up, then letting go. Allowing Saiki to fall back onto his cock as he thrusts upwards.
Saiki buckles, leaning heavily on Usami’s chest as he scratches against the hard muscle. He’s oversensitive to the point of crying, and he isn’t that far from another orgasm. Every small movement causes his to shudder and shake, brain frying itself yo incoherence as he babbles.
He wasn't sure what he was saying, but he could see Usami’s self-satisfied grin through hazy eyes. From the echoed shouts in the room, he could somewhat makeout Usami’s name and please.
“Close, Tetsu.”
Saiki can only nod, his arms losing strength as he falls onto Usami. He whines when he feels arms wrap around him, hugging him tightly as Usami kept fucking into him.
“Can you just—!” Saiki sobs, voice slightly muffled against Usami’s collarbone. “Cum already!”
“Aww, I thought you were enjoying it.” Despite Usami’s teasing claims, his voice was ragged, a sign he was just holding back.
“We can go again in the morning!” Saiki bargains, unknowing of what he was asking for. “Rest! Let’s— rest! Ha—ah!”
His moan chokes off when he felt a wash of warmth fill him up to the brim as he’s fucked down to the hilt. His legs shake as it overflows within him, slipping through the tight muscle and back down onto Usami’s cock.
They lay there in an embrace for quite a while, their breathing labored as they slowly came down from their high.
Usami moves first, eliciting a whine from Saiki as he jostles the cock inside of him. He presses a few kisses on Saiki’s cheek as apologies, muttering that he wanted to clean them up.
As Usami pulls back, Saiki shivers at the feeling of being empty. Hole clenching on nothing but cum that slowly dripped out of him as Usami slowly got out of bed.
“Absolute… monster.” Saiki wheezes out. “What the hell…”
“Hey, you provoked me first.” Usami argues, now back with a wet towel.
“I didn’t think you'd actually…” Whatever Saiki was looking for disappears, and he opts to wave a hand in the air as an indication for it. “I’m never doing this again.”
Usami chuckles, deep in his chest as he gently wipes Saiki clean from various liquids. “What? No, you really should.”
“I refuse.”
“I’ll be nicer.”
“Like hell you would!” Saiki glares at him. “I can’t feel my legs! What if I can’t walk tomorrow?!”
“Huh? You aren’t walking tomorrow anyway.” Usami sounds genuinely confused at that, tilting his head to the side. “The keys.”
“Belt.” Saiki quickly answers, then furrows his brows. “Hey, what do you mean I’m not walking tomorrow?”
By the time Usami clicks off the handcuffs, there’s a devious smile on his lips.
“Didn’t you say? We’ll continue this in the morning.”
Saiki pales, a shudder running down his spine.
“M-monster! Beast! Pervert!”
“Hey now—”
***
True to Usami’s words, Saiki wakes up to wandering hands around his chest and a cock nestled deep inside of him.
Judging by Usami’s deep breaths, he was still asleep— he can’t remember when he did this, but they must’ve fallen asleep after Usami begged for one more round.
“Just one more! I promise!”
And… well.
Who was Saiki to say no to that?
True to his word, they did go one more round, but Saiki doesn’t remember how or when they both fell asleep.
Still, having slept with a dick inside him was a bit…
He takes a cursory glance behind him to make sure that Usami was 100% asleep before trying to wriggle his way out. He shuffles forward, holding back tiny moans before he’s promptly yanked back onto Usami’s cock.
He yelps, body still oversensitive from the onslaught from last night, and he quickly looks back over his shoulder.
Saiki’s met with Usami’s open eyes, still a bit groggy, but very much awake.
“R-Rito-kun—”
“Good morning.” Usami’s rough voice greets him as the arms around his body tightens. “Are you ready to continue?”
“W-wait, at least let me use the bathroom! I— Hah—!”