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“Come here.”
Three steps and Haruka is there, Sakae’s hand at his hip wordlessly telling him to face the bed. The sheets are tucked all prim and proper, just the way Sakae prefers, but Haruka knows they won’t be like that for long. The thought makes him blush.
The bedroom is quiet enough to make out the soft sounds of rain tapping against the roof. Quiet enough to hear the soft clink of metal against metal. Sakae’s hands are warm and gentle as he shackles Haruka’s hands together.
The cuffs are solid. Heavy but lined with softness. Sakae hadn’t wanted them to dig into Haruka’s skin; not that he’d have minded. If anything, Haruka preferred it rougher; he didn’t need to be handled like he was made of glass. Couldn’t handle it, not when Sakae looked and cradled him so tenderly-
Sakae turns Haruka to face him.
Lifts his chin away from where Haruka had tucked it against his chest so that Haruka can’t do anything but look at him.
There’s no judgement on his face; for all his misgivings about Haruka when they’d first met, how he’d looked hadn’t been one of them. Instead there is affection and something darker…hungrier. Haruka licks his lips, mouth dry.
Sakae watches the motion, exhaling deeply before lowering his head to kiss him. His mouth is familiar by now, yet Haruka can’t help but gasp and tremble, each kiss leaving him as breathless as the first time.
He’s gentle, yes, but there’s no mistaking the pent up desire bubbling to the surface. His tongue dips into Haruka’s mouth, drawing out a whimper that has him shuddering as he pulls Haruka closer.
Behind Haruka’s back, his hands twist and the cuffs tinkle. He can’t fist his hands into Sakae’s shirt or tug him into bed and climb on top of him. He can’t do anything but strain ineffectually against the cuffs. Can’t do anything other than take it.
A thumb brushes over Haruka’s nipple. A whine escapes before he can stop it.
Sakae chuckles, breaking the kiss.
“Look at you, so worked up when I’ve barely done anything.”
“Fuck off,” Haruka snaps.
Sakae pauses, as if considering doing just that.
“…H-hey-“
His uncertainty only makes Sakae laugh harder.
“You’re so easy to tease,”
“I’ll show you easy-“
But before Haruka can raise his foot into a kick to teach that jerk a lesson, Sakae’s hands are pinching his nipples and his lips eagerly swallow up Haruka’s moans.
It’s unfair. In comparison to Sakae, Haruka’s nipples were ridiculously sensitive, the lightest tug spending a jolt of heat straight between his legs. Stupid, dumb, awful Sakae-
The small gasps and whimpers he pulls from Haruka are even worse.
Haruka’s nails dig into his palms-equal parts frustration and horniness.
“Sakae-“ He demands between kisses. Rather than answer, Sakae dips his mouth to nibble on Haruka’s neck. He tugs at the cuffs but there’s no give, just firm, unyielding metal beneath the softness.
Sakae’s hands roam all over Haruka’s body; naked save for his boxes, meanwhile Sakae remained fully clothed. Haruka grunts in annoyance but all that comes out is a breathy sigh.
Sakae’s hand palms him through his boxers. Haruka’s fingers curl uselessly, hips thrusting into his lover’s hand.
“Sakae,” He groans, the fabric dampening with his precum. Sakae tugs his boxers down, freeing Haruka’s cock, and leaving the fabric to pool at his ankles.
“On my lap.” Sakae sits on the mattress, looking at Haruka expectantly.
He’s stupidly handsome, all broad shoulders and soft lips. Haruka’s thighs tremble as he goes to straddle him, bare save for the handcuffs.
Sakae still hasn’t removed a single article of clothing. Haruka wants to see him.
“Good boy,” He presses a kiss to Haruka’s bright red cheek.
“We’re going to do something new today, okay?”
Haruka swallows. They already talked about it, trying something new, but Sakae makes no move to continue until Haruka grinds down on him, snarling to just get on with it.
His jeans are rough against Haruka’s groin and Sakae’s hair tickles his nose as he leans down. Haruka jolts as something cold is placed onto the head of his cock.
“S-Sakae?” Haruka sputters, leaning back in an attempt to get a better look. He’d mentioned wanting to try some new toys, but-
“Relax,” He soothes, pressing a kiss to the corner of Haruka’s mouth. “I’ll make you feel good. Okay?”
Haruka nods, not trusting his voice.
Sakae rests a hand on Haruka’s thigh, the other reaching for a small remote-
“A-ahn…hnn-ha!”
It vibrates. Whatever it is, it vibrates. Haruka shouts in surprise, lurching into Sakae’s chest. It’s-it’s-it’s too much. Sharp and sudden, a constant buzz he can feel right down through the entirety of the shaft.
Sakae says something, but Haruka is too busy crying and shaking to notice. His arms strain against the cuffs but it’s useless. He can’t even curl in on himself, not with how Sakae holds his thighs apart, shamelessly admiring the view.
He presses a kiss to Haruka’s temple.
“Feel good?”
Haruka bites at his shoulder, frustrated at the fabric that had zero business being between them.
“Look at you,” Sakae murmurs, rutting against Haruka while that awful toy mercilessly buzzes away.
“I’m…I…” But the words don’t come. Haruka’s head spins, there’s no way he is getting enough air.
“Breathe, Haruka,” Sakae soothes, but Haruka can’t. All he can do is feel that constant buzzing, that terrible pleasure reaching a crescendo that has him screaming.
The orgasm comes before Haruka can do anything, tearing through him unlike anything. His muscles strain as he tries to free himself, tries to find anything to cling onto as he rides the wave and tries to remember what it’s like to come back down.
Powerless, Haruka sobs into Sakae’s shoulder, faintly registering his words of praise and sweet nothings as Haruka tries to remember how to breathe.
“So good, Haruka, just like that,” He soothes, turning off the toy and slipping it off Haruka’s poor dick. He pets Haruka’s hair. Gently guides him down onto the mattress.
Haruka lays with his cheek pressed into the mattress, arms still locked behind his back and his shaky knees propping him up. Sakae’s fingers, warm and sticky with lube, circle his entrance.
Haruka isn’t sure how long they stay like this, Sakae carefully opening him up while Haruka trembles, warm and sensitive all over.
Faintly, Haruka registers the sound of a buckle being undone and the rustle of clothes hastily discarded.
“Haruka, you still with me?”
Haruka isn’t sure what he says, just mumbles out some garbled response.
Sakae pushes into him, and Haruka welcomes the stretch. Needs it. Begs for it.
“Haah…Sakae, please-“
“Fuck,” Sakae groans under his breath, fully sheathed inside. His hands dig into Haruka’s hips as he pulls out and slams back into him. Haruka cries and moans openly, too horny to do anything else.
“Fuck, Haruka,” Sakae groans his name, his hips snapping forward at a relentless pace.
The force of it shoves Haruka forward, knocking his hardening dick against the sheets. The friction is maddening. Haruka’s eyes roll back in their sockets. He’s so full. His body is so light that if it weren’t for Sakae’s weight bearing into him, he might float away.
Haruka isn’t sure who comes first, just knows his vision whites out with pleasure and at some point he comes to with his hands freed and Sakae’s own combing through his hair.
“Haruka?”
It takes him a moment to realize Sakae is talking to him. Haruka frowns at him.
“What’s wrong?”
Haruka looks down at his still clothed chest. Tugs at the offending fabric.
“Get rid of it.”
Sakae takes a moment to register the demand. Huffs a laugh.
“Whatever you want.”
Damn right.
Haruka yawns, waiting impatiently for Sakae to undress. Frowning when he walks away from the bed.
“I’m getting some water - be right back.”
Haruka looks down at his arms. Studies the crescents carved into his palms. Wonders at the lack of anything on his wrists, figuring that something as intense as that should’ve left some kind of mark.
“Drink this.” Sakae returns from the kitchen, placing a cup into Haruka’s unbound hands. Helps steady it so he doesn’t spill water on himself when he drinks.
“Good. Good. How are you feeling?” Sakae asks, studying him for any signs of distress.
Haruka waves off his concern, tugging him closer until his body is a comforting weight half on top of him.
“Tired,” Haruka grumbles, knowing Sakae won’t shut up and cuddle until he knows Haruka is okay.
He says something in response but Haruka pays it no mind, already half asleep.
“G’night Sakae,” Haruka mumbles, eyes sliding shut.
“Goodnight, Haruka.”