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There was a time where he didn’t care much for the humans who roamed these lands. Not that now was any different if he was honest. For the centuries he’s been alive, watching them go about life as if they were the center of the universe in one way or another. It always made him sick, annoyed even at the sheer amount of audacity they have to think they were on the top of the food chain.
However what changed was that the tiger yokai named Obito, the byakko–who has always been territorial and would fight anyone who thought they could take his hard earned homestead or capture him–has made an exception.
He rumbled from where he lay back on his futon; his tiger tail swishing back and forth as he rested a clawed hand on the head of his lover; his dark eyes taking in how this gorgeous mortal sinks down on his cock. Obito’s ears flicker as he lightly traced his claws down the other’s sides, taking in the way his belly twitches when the tip presses against that one spot.
“Kisame…” he purred deeply to the fisherman who had been passing through months ago. He remembered watching him step into the ice cold river to catch fish; how he used a large net and special bait to catch them before offering some to the byakko yokai, “You’ve been a bit more vigorous lately.”
A shaky breath left his human as he rested his hands on the tiger yokai’s chest. This causes Obito’s ears to perk as he takes in the other’s form. Even after months of living here, eating rich foods and being fucked almost every night the other kept his shape well.
He caresses along the human’s tanned, nicely toned arms, baring his fangs when he feels him give a particularly hard clench around the byakko’s cock.
“Mmm..” Kisame bowed his head, seafoam blue eyes half lidded as he raised his hips back up before dropping them back down. His cock is hard and throbbing as he feels the stretch of the yokai’s member spreading his hole open, “Haa…Obito…”
“Does it feel good?” Obito purred from beneath him as he moved his hands to hold the human’s face.
Not many would look at the fisherman and think him traditionally beautiful; with his shark looking teeth, his almost shark like eyes and the way he carried himself before others. He gave another hard thrust when the human took too long to answer.
Kisame gasped, closing his eyes, “Haaa…haa yes…yes it feels g-good, Obito…please…” his cheeks flushed darkly, “M…my legs are…I…”
He could feel it; feel the fisherman’s legs shaking from riding the demon. From the pleasure that courses through him, from the exertion from doing the work of riding the other and from desperation to let the other take over.
Obito’s eyes become half lidded before he tightens his hold on the man’s sides before suddenly bucking his hips up into him. He growled low in his throat and felt the human trembling in his grip when he set a much rougher pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the space when each thrust up into the warmth squeezing around him has the byakko’s balls slapping against the human’s ass.
Pre from Kisame’s cock leaked on to the yokai’s belly as the blue lanterns around them began to burn brighter in response to the lust that fills this space. Obito licked over his own fangs, staring at the bite scar left on the man’s shoulder that filled the byakko with a sense of pure possessiveness.
Any other yokai who saw those marks would know this human belonged to him; the tiger demon who brought fear and dread into the hearts of those who believe themselves above the laws of this land. To know he had found a human worthy of being claimed and kept in his territory.
He savored the way Kisame’s voice became breathless, as he rested his hands on either side of Obito’s head, gripping hard onto the pillow to the point there’s a quite tearing noise as he weakly ground his hips down to meet the other’s thrusts. Even when being utterly ruined, Kisame still tried to reciprocate in some way.
Hmm, I should let him suck me off later… He pulled back his left hand to hold the human’s cheek, caressing along it as Kisame leaned into his palm with a shaky breath.
“Please…please…!”
“Please what?” Obito growled low in his throat.
A shudder when he gives a harder thrust, making sure his cock went right over that sweet spot inside his sweet human; earning a higher pitched moan.
“Harder…faster…please I’m…I’m so close…!”
He didn’t think as he flipped their positions; pinning Kisame under him; keeping him in place as he kissed him deeply. He swallows down the human’s moans as his deep thrusts become a shallow grind; teasing him into a whining mess.
In this position he can feel the way Kisame’s cock trapped between their belly’s, feeling the little spurts staining his skin. If he hadn’t just begged him just now, then the other’s throbbing cock was a dead give away of just how close he was to climax.
“Pretty Kisame…pretty human…making me feel so good…taking me so good…” he whispered, lips brushing against the other’s, “Always so good for me…always so open, so soft, so hot…it’s almost like you were made just for me…”
“O-Obito…” he whined quietly.
“It’s true ... .you are perfect for me…the only human worthy to be called mine…mine and mine alone Kisame…” He takes in the way the other’s cheeks are flushed, those eyes rolling back into his head as he made sure he could feel nothing else but the pleasure of being filled by him, being claimed by him…
If anyone were to wonder if the byakko of the mountains would ever reconsider his stance on humans, they would need to ask Kisame.
He is after all the only one that Obito would ever want by his side.