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Across from him, Hizashi whined, loud and unashamed.

Shouta’s lips were twisted into a wicked, terrible smile, Hizashi kneeling in front of him, Shouta’ s ropework accentuating every muscle and part of his body. He’d tied Hizashi’s arms behind his back, knots framing his chest and hips, strung between his ass and knotted around his cock. Hizashi was always impressed by Shouta’s complicated knots and the way he could wrap Hizashi up in the soft rope, and Shouta always loved seeing Hizashi tied like this.

“So needy,” Shouta commented, sitting on the bed, fully clothed, legs crossed, as he continued to take photos of Hizashi, reveling the way the man looked so vulnerable and submissive like this. There was something about knocking Hizashi down a notch, about making the usually loud and wordy man unintelligibly whimper and cry, that got Shouta so worked up. “Such a shame. Look how hard you are. I haven’t even done anything to you yet.”

He had a way of torturing Hizashi when they played like this. Hizashi liked attention. He liked being paid attention to and being the center of attention. And Shouta—well, as much as he liked Hizashi, he liked seeing him get frustrated even more. They’d been at this for close to an hour now, and Hizashi was definitely starting to get worked up. Shouta hadn’t given Hizashi much attention, mostly having the other man crawl around after him, occasionally petting his hair if he’d done well enough, never touching Hizashi any more than that and never giving him the attention he wanted so desperately.

Right now, Hizashi was just begging for his attention. He was tied, kneeling on the floor like an obedient little pet, looking up at Shouta with those pleading green eyes and looked like Hizashi was about to break into tears. Shouta had taken off his glasses for him, had loosened Hizashi’s long hair from the hair tie he usually wore it in when around the house, and the way his blonde hair fell across his face, coupled with the way Hizashi stared at him, just made him look completely debauched.

To make matters worse, Hizashi’s cock looked painfully hard and was dripping pre-cum, a small puddle of it forming on the floor, Hizashi giving frustrated little whimpers every time his cock twitched.

“That looks like it hurts,” Shouta raised an eyebrow at him, setting his phone down on his lap. He drummed his fingers on his thigh, feeling the bulge in his own pants throb at the sight of Hizashi like this. He was half tempted to break, to beckon Hizashi over to him and make him suck his cock, or to put his foot on Hizashi’s back and force him to the floor so he could fuck him. Shouta had a lot of self-control, though, and he knew how to hold back and wait for the best results. “You made a mess on the floor. Clean it up.”

“Shou—”

Shouta narrowed his eyes at Hizashi, voice more firm than it had been before, “You heard me. Clean it up.”

Hizashi hesitated, and Shouta continued staring at him until Hizashi, trembling with arousal, finally started to slowly and carefully lower his chest to the ground, Shouta’s look softening into a smile of approval as he did. That seemed to spur Hizashi to go quicker, until Hizashi was kneeling, ass in the air, with his chest flat on the floor. Only then did he close his green eyes, dipping his head a bit lower, tongue flicking out to lap at the small puddle of clear pre-cum that had dripped onto the wood floor of their bedroom.

“Good boy,” Shouta praised, as Hizashi licked his own fluid from the floor, only looking back up at him when he’d gotten most of it, tongue swiping around his lips to gather any that had escaped his mouth. Shouta uncrossed his legs, teasing Hizashi by giving him a view of himself, before crossing them the other way. He raised his phone again, taking more photos of Hizashi, noticing the way the hero’s face was significantly redder, the way he trembled a little more, and the way there was even more pre-cum dripping down his length.

Hizashi was shaking, and Shouta realized he was trying desperately to get back up. It was hard, though, presumably since Hizashi couldn’t use his arms, given that they were tied behind his back. He was hovering over the floor, frowning in concentration as he tried to raise himself back into a sitting up position.

“Oh, do you need help?” Shouta forced his voice into a mockingly-soft tone, setting his phone back down on the bed. “Poor thing. Must be hard with your arms behind your back like that.”

He gave Hizashi a hard look, making it clear that he wasn’t about to help him without being asked nicely. They’d played this game enough over the years that Hizashi knew what Shouta wanted without being explicitly told. He opened his mouth again, panting, and Shouta’s lips twisted upwards into another wicked smile.

“Please, Shouta. Please, please, please—” Hizashi’s voice was bordering on unintelligible, tone pleading and breaking with every word. He was close to breaking down completely, and Shouta was going to continue pushing him until he did.

“Fine,” He sighed, putting on a show of acting hesitant. He rose from the edge of the bed, taking his sweet time in making his way over to Hizashi, coming to a stop right in front of him so that Hizashi was struggling to hover over Shouta’s feet. He stared down at him, grinning his sadistic smile, and then bent down, slipping his fingers under the leather collar Hizashi had on, stroking his thumb almost lovingly over the skin of his neck. It didn’t last long, though, because the next thing Shouta did was pull hard, yanking Hizashi back up to that he sat upright. Hizashi let out a loud yelp, and when Shouta let go of him, he could see tears in Hizashi’s green eyes.

He held Hizashi’s gaze, confident that the loud man was about to break, but Hizashi continued to surprise him. Apparently, he had enough of his bratty, usual self left to force himself forward, pressing his face right into Shouta’s crotch, wet mouth ghosting over the hard bulge in his sweatpants. His breath was hot, and Shouta could feel both that and Hizashi’s wicked tongue through the thin material.

Shouta let out a growl, scowling down at Hizashi, pushing his hips roughly against him before he threaded his fingers through Hizashi’s long hair, grabbing a fistful in his hand and yanking him back hard enough that for a moment, Shouta was concerned that he’d accidentally used enough strength to rip Hizashi’s hair right out. To his relief, though, no strands came out, and Shouta kept his hand fisted in Hizashi’s hair, forcing his head back enough that Hizashi had to look up at him.

The tears in Hizashi’s eyes were really evident now, pooling in the corners of them and starting to fall, a few of them dripping down his cheeks.

Sometimes, Hizashi really just needed to be taken down a notch. He was usually the one to propose that Shouta treat him like this, but other times, they both brought it up and agreed upon it, setting safewords and limits. Shouta didn’t usually have the energy to do this, to yank Hizashi around and force him to submit, but when he did, he was more than happy to let out a side of himself that didn’t usually see much light.

Hizashi’s crying was wearing down Shouta’s self-control faster than anything else..

“Crying already?” He mocked him, holding back the urge to shove his sweatpants down and use Hizashi’s talented mouth to his liking. “You want me to fuck you that badly? How dirty.”

Hizashi just nodded, tears running down his cheeks, words coming out in a jumbled, barely understandable mess, “Please, Shouta. I’ll do anything—please—please—”

Crying and begging. Either Hizashi was playing this game a little too well or he was really just too far gone to have any more dignity. Regardless, Shouta was close to having his resolve break, and giving in was far too easy. He gave Hizashi another mock-sigh, like he was doing Hizashi a favor by agreeing to fuck him, “Fine. Only because you asked so nicely, though.”

He slipped his fingers under Hizashi’s leather collar again, hauling him forward until Shouta could lean down and take Hizashi none too gently into his arms for the sole purpose of moving him a few steps so that Shouta could drop him on the bed, Hizashi making a yelped noise of surprise as he hit the mattress, scrambling to try to get back into a kneeling position. Shouta almost had to laugh at the way Hizashi was flailing like an animal, just trying to get back into the position that Shouta liked to keep him in.

Shouta sat himself on the edge of the bed, ignoring Hizashi even as the other man finally succeeded into getting into position, kneeling upright on the bed. He pulled the waistband of his sweatpants down, letting his erection out, his cock throbbing and dripping a bit, and he makes a show of palming himself, wrapping his fingers around his thick shaft and giving himself a stroke, leaning back on his other arm and looking at Hizashi, staring him in the eyes as he stroked himself.

“You can ride me,” He told Hizashi slowly, talking to him as if Hizashi couldn’t understand. He rubbed his thumb against his head, smearing the pre-cum down his shaft. He gave a little groan, mostly for show, and saw that Hizashi was practically drooling watching him. “Are you even listening to me?”

His words were snapped, and Hizashi ripped his gaze up, looking Shouta in the eye again.

“Y—yes,” Hizashi stuttered out, licking his lips and collecting the saliva that had dripped from his mouth. The tears were still falling, though slower now, and Shouta assumed it was more out of frustration than anything. The previous bout of crying had dried on his face, turning his cheeks a nice shade of blotchy red.

“Good. You know I don’t like it when you don’t listen to me,” Shouta reached for the bottle of lubricant on the bed, careful to keep his hands far, far away from Hizashi. He squeezed some onto his fingers, going back to stroking his own cock slowly, making sure Hizashi was watching him as he pushed his hips into his fist. It was nice having Hizashi watching him touch himself, forcing him to watch Shouta get off when Hizashi couldn’t even get his hands on his own skin, but he knew that fucking Hizashi would be much better than fucking his own hand. He held on, giving more quiet groans, making sure that he was properly coated with lubricant before he finally spoke up again, beckoning Hizashi to him, “Come here.”

Hizashi didn’t even hesitate, and Shouta watched with amusement as Hizashi shuffled and moved as much as he could, eventually getting himself into position, kneeling over Shouta’s lap. Only then did Shouta touch him, keeping one hand on his own cock, the other gripping Hizashi’s hip tight enough that he wondered if he’d have bruises in the shape of his fingertips tomorrow.

Shouta looked up at him, making sure that Hizashi still knew who was in control here, “If you do a good enough job, I’ll let you come after I’m done. Got it?”

Hizashi could only nod, mouth open as he panted. Satisfied, Shouta brushed Hizashi’s hair from his face, trailing his hand down his side, running his fingers along the rope tied around Hizashi’s body. He paused to pinch one of his nipples, his chest framed by the soft rope, and Hizashi gave him a cry that made Shouta want to throw Hizashi down on the bed and ruin him.

He lowered his hand more, until it trailed over the curve of Hizashi’s ass, fingers dipping into where the rope dipped between his cheeks, and he loosened the knot at his tailbone enough that Shouta could push the rope between his ass to the side, fingers dipping into him as he pulled the plug in his hole out of him with a wet, lewd noise.

Hizashi all but collapsed against him, somehow keeping upright on his knees, though his chest fell against Shouta. Shouta hummed, partially out of fake-disappointment, and Hizashi, shaking, tried to haul himself up again, Shouta supporting him with a hand on his hip, trying to keep him steady.

“Sit,” Shouta commanded, when he was confident that Hizashi could hold himself up again. He’d put the plug to the side, Hizashi stretched enough from it that he didn’t need Shouta to finger him in order to take his cock. He made no move to guide Hizashi down, one hand at his hip, the other holding the base of his cock, and Hizashi let out a pitiful whimper before starting to lower himself, Shouta only helping by guiding his cock towards Hizashi’s hole.

He felt the head brush against Hizashi’s rim as he slowly lowered himself down, and that was enough to make Shouta break, his grip on Hizashi’s hip tightening as he thrust into him, forcing him down until Shouta was fully seated inside of him. He was dazed, hardly even able to raise his head to look at Hizashi, too busy with the feeling of being deep inside of him, with Hizashi whining and squeezing around him, his ass tight and hot, pulling Shouta into him in a way that was making Shouta lose what self-control he had left.

“Move,” He ordered, voice gruff and short, and he looked up at Hizashi, his own black hair falling into his eyes, his face suddenly feeling hot and wet with sweat. Hizashi obeyed immediately, raising himself up slightly, just enough for Shouta to feel his cock sliding against Hizashi’s walls, and then moved back down, Shouta panting as he bottomed out inside of him once more.

Hizashi was going slowly, and it was driving him insane, enough for Shouta to grab both his hips and roughly lift him, forcing Hizashi to sit upright on his knees again so that his cock caught on his rim, nearly slipping out of him. He shoved Hizashi down again, thrusting his dick all the way inside of him, pushing and angling himself so that he felt himself hit right against Hizashi’s prostate, and the cry he got in response was all the response he needed.

Hizashi followed his nonverbal order after that, and Shouta didn’t have to guide him anymore. Hizashi pulled off of Shouta completely before sitting back down on his cock, whining every time Shouta hit that spot in front of him, setting a fast enough pace that Shouta could sit back and not do any work, Hizashi not even hesitating to fuck himself on his cock.

“Don’t come,” Shouta taunted, his voice close to a growl as he watched Hizashi’s dripping erection bounce with every thrust. Shouta’s breathing was getting rougher, every inhale turning into a feral pant, groaning under his breath every single time Hizashi took him to the hilt. He was talented, especially when Shouta managed to break him into submission, and being inside Hizashi when he was like this, so willingly bouncing on Shouta’s lap, was almost enough to throw him over the edge.

He was getting close, feeling himself throb inside of Hizashi. He started helping, just a bit, meeting every bounce with a push of his lips, shoving himself against Hizashi’s prostate over and over, trying to see if the other man would disobey and allow himself to orgasm before Shouta gave him permission. He was impressed by the way Hizashi held out, though, and Shouta continued to let him fucking himself on Shouta, whining and wordlessly begging, until Shouta couldn’t hold back anymore.

He didn’t give much of a warning, leaning in against Hizashi’s chest, hands splayed over Hizashi’s ass, nails digging into his cheeks as he forced Hizashi down and kept him there, his teeth biting hard into Hizashi’s shoulder, giving a muffled moan as he emptied himself inside of him, feeling his cock pulse with every wave of his orgasm.

He let go of Hizashi’s shoulder, swiping his tongue over the bite wound he’d created,  opening his eyes to see that he’d left teeth indentations in his skin. It was enough to get him to grin, proud that he’d left a mark like that on Hizashi, and slowly, he pulled himself from Hizashi, quick to grab the discarded plug on the bed and slip it back into him, only letting a little of his cum drip out between Hizashi’s thighs.

Hizashi seemed exhausted, having collapsed against Shouta’s chest again, knees buckled so that Shouta was supporting him completely. He smiled against Hizashi’s skin, lapping again at where he’d bitten Hizashi’s shoulder, brushing back his hair to murmur in his ear.

“What a good boy,” He purred, his other hand finding Hizashi’s still hard cock, framed by knots and soft rope. It wasn’t tight enough to keep him from orgasming, though it was tight enough that Shouta could feel it rubbing against Hizashi’s erection as he stroked him. “So good at following directions. Good boys get rewarded.”

“Shouta—” Still unable to form real words, Hizashi took to just mumbling Shouta’s name, shamelessly thrusting into Shouta’s hand. Shouta didn’t tease him anymore, figuring that Hizashi had had enough of that to last him when Shouta hadn’t even touched him for the better part of an hour. His thrusts were uneven, following no rhythm, and Shouta pressed his mouth against the side of Hizashi’s neck, kissing him and sucking lightly on the skin there, twisting his hand and stroking Hizashi in the way that Shouta knew would quickly get him off.

His tell was the way Hizashi started whining, and Shouta assumed he was trying to speak, but Shouta had denied him so long that when he was finally giving Hizashi what he wanted, it caused Hizashi to melt into a puddle of pleasure and unintelligible noises.

“You’ve been good,” Shouta cooed against his neck, voice almost mockingly sweet. “Go ahead and come for me. I think you’ve done enough to deserve it.”

It took a moment more, Shouta’s thumb rubbing against the slit of his dick and a particular twist of his hand, and Hizashi cried out again, his voice sobbing into the open air of their bedroom, and came hard into Shouta’s hand, covering his fingers with cum.

With that, Shouta grinned, Hizashi breathing hard against his neck, and gently unwound Hizashi from him, going to work at the knotted rope around his body before he had to clean up.

“How are you doing?”

It wasn’t long after. Long enough for Shouta to lug Hizashi into the bathroom and shower them both off and long enough for Shouta to pull some clothes onto Hizashi and then himself. He brought Hizashi water after getting him back into bed, cleaning up the rest of their mess. His own limbs screamed with tiredness and exhaustion and it was a struggle to keep himself awake, but he managed. It was his job to clean up when he wrecked Hizashi like this and he wasn’t about to shirk that duty. So he cleaned up, returning to their bedroom with water for Hizashi, finding him lying on the bed, miles of long, tanned limbs, in the exact position Shouta had left him in.

“Fine,” Hizashi answered, voice sounding like he was on the edge of sleep. “Better, actually. Thanks.”

Shouta approached the bed, guiding Hizashi up enough that he could force him to swallow some water, before Hizashi pawed at him and Shouta gave in, setting the glass on their bedside table and crawling into bed with him. He pulled Hizashi’s thinner, lankier body into his arms, letting him wind himself around Shouta, intertwining with him enough that Shouta wasn’t completely sure where he ended and Hizashi began. He pet Hizashi’s hair, immediately going to sooth the part that he’d harshly pulled earlier.

“Good,” Shouta murmured to him, leaning his head back against the headboard of their bed. He didn’t have the energy for this often, but he always enjoyed himself when Hizashi asked him to take control, when Hizashi pushed himself to the point where he needed to be controlled. “You were good for me. I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

“You’re the best,” Hizashi mumbled against him, arms wrapped tightly around him.

“Yeah, yeah,” Shouta rolled his eyes, trying to be stern with Hizashi, but failing, his voice far softer than he wanted it to be. “Get some rest.”