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“You wanna try to dom him?” Sagawa asked, lying on his back with Nishitani sprawled out on top of him, Sagawa’s hand rubbing lazy designs into his back. Nishitani had a habit of lying on top of him, or hanging off of him at least. At first Sagawa hated it, trying to push the larger man off of him. But as time went on, he couldn’t imagine not having Nishitani pressed against him on the futon. It did get a tad too warm at times but he did grow used to it as time went on.
“I don’t know if I would be that good of a brat tamer like you are,” Majima said, shaking his head. He was more of a brat himself, and all of them seemed to be aware of that. He couldn't really see himself being the one to take charge in the bedroom. Let alone trying to be bossy.
“Don’t sell yourself short there, I think you could pull it off fairly well,” Sagawa countered, “I’ve seen how you can get sometimes, you may not be all dom all the time, but you should at least give it a try,” Sagawa said. “If not though, you don’t have to. I think Homare would like it though,” he said, Nishitani giving a lazy nod, face pressed into the crook of Sagawa’s neck, his hot breath fanning over the skin there.
“Okay, I guess I could give it a try,” Majima nodded a few times, glancing down at Nishitani, who had already fallen asleep, snoring gently.
“It’s not like I’m gonna leave ya alone to dom him, I’ll be there to help you out,” Sagawa smiled over at him. “I know he can get a bit, well, out of hand.”
“You’re telling me,” Majima chuckled a few times, knowing how Nishitani can get.
“I told him to reel it back a bit,” Sagawa hummed, observing from his spot off of the futon, a few bottles of water next to him, as well as a bundle of rope he had already taken the liberty of untying for Majima. He knew how Nishitani could get, and if he would actually cooperate, it would only be for a moment before he would change his mind and take it back with a grin.
“Ya gonna behave?” Majima asked, looking down at Nishitani, whom was already on his knees, most of his clothes pulled off and folded off the edge of the bed, save for his black boxers.
Reel it in, but don't be a jerk about it, Nishitani thought to himself. Sagawa he could really go hard and not worry about things, but he didn't want to deter Majima from not wanting to do this again by getting too frustrated.
“Nah,” Nishitani laughed, shaking his head a few times, looking up at him.
“I’ll ask ya again, ya gonna behave?”
“I don’t feel like it,” Nishitani whined, grinning up at him. “Why don’tcha make me?” He asked.
Majima was really unsure where to go from here, he had never had to be the dominant one in a bratty situation, normally it was him on the ground laughing until Sagawa fucked him into the futon below. He rarely had to make decisions on his own, nor take charge.
His eye flicked over to Sagawa in hopes of being given some sort of direction as to where to go from here. But he just gave him a thumbs up, not really offering much advice, knowing it’s best not to interfere with a scene unless he was spoken to directly.
"I don't know where to go from here," Majima admitted, feeling more than out of his comfort zone on this one.
"If words don't work, get physical. You know he can handle pretty much anything you can dish out," Sagawa said, making himself comfortable. "He loves to fight, so give him a bit of that." Majima nodded a few times.
"Okay," he said, pretty sure that he could handle something like that, bringing his attention back to Nishitani.
“Ya gonna make me or ya gonna just stand there? I’m bored,” Nishitani cackled.
Majima lashed out, grabbing a handful of Nishitani’s hair, snapping his head back.
“Behave,” Majima demanded.
Nishitani laughed louder. “Never.”
A gasp was pulled from Nishitani’s mouth as Majima jerked his head back by his hair, shoe grinding into his cock roughly, pulling a deep groan from Nishitani as he looked up at Majima, who was grinning down at him.
“Don’t forget yer safeword,” Majima whispered, a shiver racing down Nishitani’s spine at the mere thought of being forced past his limits, of being entirely exhausted to the point where he would have to call out his safeword- times where he had to say it were few and far between, but they were always some of his favorite encounters in bed.
Nishitani jerked to the side, trying to prevent Majima from doing any serious damage as he practically threw himself down onto him, forcing him onto his back, both hands wrapping around his throat tightly, feeling his pulse thrum quickly beneath his fingertips.
“If you won’t behave, I’ll make ya behave,” Majima hissed, shifting to sit on Nishitani’s chest to allow for better room to choke him. It didn't take a genius to know that Nishitani loved to be manhandled and roughed up a bit, and he could do that.
Nishitani grinned before spitting onto Majima’s cheek, flashing a wide toothy grin afterwards.
“We can do it the hard way, then,” Majima said, one hand working at his belt, pulling it entirely from its belt loops, having to wrangle Nishitani a bit as he wrapped it around his throat, able to pull his hand free from Nishitani’s neck as he yanked the belt tightly, leather creaking in the metal clasp as Nishitani let out a choked groan.
Majima took the opportunity as he jammed his thumb into Nishitani’s mouth, prying his jaw open before freeing his cock and slamming it into Nishitani’s throat violently, listening to the man beneath him gag loudly around the intruding length.
Nishitani’s hands were immediately on Majima, ready to tap out if he needed a breather or wanted to stop, Majima placing a hand over Nishitani’s to remind himself that it was there, that this was all a scene, and that he needed to be mindful of Nishitani’s limits.
“If ya can’t behave, ya may as well make yerself fuckin’ useful, for once in your life,” Majima grunted, yanking the belt tight, listening to Nishitani choke around his cock, trying to take in breaths around it as Majima began snapping his hips against Nishitani’s face quickly.
Nishitani groaned loudly, body convulsing, Majima pulling out suddenly in case if Nishitani was actually going to throw up, unable to suppress his gag reflex completely. Nishitani’s chest heaved with every breath before glancing up at Majima and nodding, letting him know he was okay to continue, flashing a smile, glad that Majima was giving him a moment to catch his breath.
Sagawa kept a close eye on Nishitani, in case he needed to step in. Majima had a habit of getting into scenes too deep, unable to pull himself from his head space quick enough to notice smaller things happening around him. But he knew that Nishitani would be able to be pushed a bit past his limits before saying something, especially if it was for Majima.
Nishitani coughed loudly as Majima pulled out, letting go of the belt around his throat, shifting to tug Nishitani’s hair sharply as he freed his cock from Nishitani’s mouth.
Majima snickered, leaning down and spitting into Nishitani’s open mouth quickly, the man on the futon below him panting heavily, struggling to catch his breath as dark eyes glanced up at Majima.
Majima shoved two fingers past wet lips, fingertips grazing the back of Nishitani’s throat as his tongue lapped at the bottom of them, sucking on them loudly, his cock straining in his boxers as Majima pulled his fingers from his mouth suddenly, Nishitani whining deeply.
“Why don’t ya be a good boy and prep yerself for me, hmm?” Majima asked, shifting off of Nishitani’s chest, shoving a half-empty bottle of lube into his hands- making a quick mental note to pick up some more. He could have sworn the bottle was full just a few days ago.
“Yes sir,” Nishitani said, voice gravelly, coughing a few times in an attempt to clear it.
“Oh, and you have until I’m done with my smoke,” Majima said, plucking a carton from his back pocket, tucking a cigarette between his lips.
“Heh, that’s easy,” Nishitani laughed a bit, kicking his boxers off, tossing them across the room, cock practically leaking against his abdomen as he flipped the cap of the bottle open.
Majima chuckled, pulling the cigarette from his mouth, tearing about an inch off of the edge, tossing it over his shoulder before lighting it.
“Better hurry, I can suck this down in a few minutes, but that should be easy for you, right?” Majima asked, smoke slipping between his lips as he spoke, Nishitani scrambling slightly to pour the contents onto two fingers as Majima got comfortable at the foot of the bed, sitting down and working at his cigarette.
“Fuck, Majima-kun,” Nishitani gasped loudly, plunging a finger deep into himself, legs spreading, making sure he was giving a good show.
“It’s ‘sir’,” Majima corrected, glaring daggers at the man on the futon.
Nishitani moaned loudly as he worked the finger in and out of himself, heels digging into the plush futon below, head thrown back against the pillow as he worked a second finger into himself, cock leaking against his abdomen as he prepared himself for Majima.
His eyes flickered down to Majima, who was more busy fiddling with his lighter, bringing his attention to Nishitani for a fraction of a moment before going back to messing with the piece of metal in his hands, letting out a bored sigh.
“Glad to see you’ve finally learned to listen,” Majima chuckled a few times, stubbing his cigarette out before he climbed back onto the bed. Nishitani removed his fingers before Majima thrusted in deep in one solid push.
“Fuuuckkk,” Nishitani moaned loudly, head thrown back once again into the pillows, back arching as his boyfriend filled him up entirely. “G-God, Maji- sir,” he said, quickly correcting himself, reaching down to stroke himself before Majima smacked his hand away before his knuckles connected with Nishitani’s jaw, the blow cushioned by the pillow beneath him.
“Did I say ya could touch yerself?” Majima asked, narrowing his eye down at Nishitani, who shook his head a few times.
“N-No, ya didn’t, sir,” Nishitani admitted, gasping as Majima pushed his knees to his chest, hips snapping against his ass, each thrust just as deep and thorough as the last one, punching moans and gasps from Nishitani’s lips.
“Guess yer good for somethin’,” Majima sneered, Nishitani whining loudly each time Majima would pull out, only to piston back into him deeply. "A nice tight hole fer me to fuck."
“What are you?” Majima hissed in his ear, yanking his head to the side by his hair, teeth digging into the skin above Nishitani’s pulse point. “Tell me.”
“I-I’m yer bitch, sir,” Nishitani said, tears of pleasure forming in his eyes.
“That’s fuckin’ right,” Majima said, extremely pleased with the answer. “What else?”
“I’m-ah! A filthy little cum dumpster, s-sir,” Nishitani whined loudly as Majima grazed across his prostate, back arching sharply, chest pressing against Majima’s momentarily, Majima laughing at the answer.
Nishitani whined loudly as Majima pulled out suddenly, smacking the side of his thigh roughly.
“Get on yer hands and knees slut,” Majima barked loudly, Nishitani nodding a few times, chest heaving with every deep breath. His legs were shaky as he got into the new position, head dipping low as Majima pressed back in suddenly. Each deep thrust pulled a loud moan from between Nishitani’s lips.
“Man he’s so fuckin’ noisy, really starting to piss me the fuck off, come fill his throat fer me,” Majima ordered, Sagawa quickly scrambling from his spot next to the bed, hands flying to his belt in record time.
“Make sure ya go real hard, I’m tired of his fuckin’ noises,” Majima grunted, hand connecting with Nishitani’s ass as he spanked him a few times.
Sagawa sighed softly, threading his fingers through Nishitani’s hair as he pressed kisses along the length of his shaft, spreading his legs further to allow for more space.
“Don’t go easy on him either,” Majima grunted, setting a brutal pace, rocking Nishitani forward against Sagawa’s cock, taking the tip between his lips, swirling his tongue around it a few times before Majima grabbed the back of his head, forcing him down suddenly.
Nishitani gagged loudly as Sagawa slammed against the back of his throat, eyes immediately watering up, a hand shifting up Sagawa’s thigh, Sagawa placing a hand over it almost immediately.
Contact was something that Sagawa had always insisted on, one hand placed over the other if someone’s mouth was obstructed or they weren’t able to verbally safeword. One squeeze for slow down, two for a full hard stop.
Sagawa glanced down to Nishitani, surprised by how pliant he was being- even under force, he usually wasn’t like this. He was unsure if it was due to it being Majima, or if he had gotten into a deep subspace quicker than usual.
Sagawa placed a hand on the back of Nishitani’s head, pushing and pulling him to a pace he liked, letting out a deep moan as Nishitani sucked around him hard, bobbing his head up and down. Moans sent vibrations up his shaft as Majima continued to assault him from behind, slamming into him roughly, his hand slapping against his ass every so often to keep Nishitani on his toes.
“Fuck,” Sagawa panted, fingers lacing through Nishitani’s, thrusting up into his mouth, Nishitani slurping loudly around his cock. Nishitani’s eyebrows knit together as he was used from both ends, unable to even touch himself.
A deep grunt was pulled from Sagawa as he came down Nishitani’s throat, eyes falling closed as Nishitani sucked him roughly, wanting every last drop possible out of him before pulling off with a soft pop.
“Good boy,” Sagawa hummed, running a hand through Nishitani’s hair, his face lighting up a bit at the praise, leaning into the touch. Sagawa brushed his messy hair out of his face, knowing that the hair gel wasn't as effective as it was earlier that morning, hair slowly falling out of place.
“God,” Majima grunted, cumming deep before pulling out, zipping himself back up.
“On yer back, I’m gonna go get ya something,” Majima smirked, Nishitani panting heavily as he sat up, rolling over onto his back, trying to resist the urge to reach down and touch himself as Majima came back with a cup of ice, quickly setting it aside.
Sagawa chuckled to himself, making himself comfortable on the sidelines. He was surprised that Majima decided to bring him into the scene, as it wasn't exactly what they had previously discussed. But he knew that scenes did sometimes tend to deviate from the plans. It wasn't something he was going to complain about though.
"P-please," Nishitani begged, practically writhing on the futon, his cock weeping precum against his abdomen. His balls felt heavy and full, a loud groan leaving his lips as he resisted the urge to jerk himself off.
"No," Majima shook his head. Deft fingers plucked an ice cube from the glass, pressing it against the side of Nishitani's cock, dodging nearly getting kicked in the process out of instinct.
"God, fuck!" He cursed loudly, trying to shimmy his way up the back of the futon to get away. Majima couldn't blame him too much, he would probably be doing the same thing in his place.
"Shut up," Majima ordered, the ice melting in his hands. Crisp water dripped from the palm of his hand and onto the bedding below. Majima was clearly more than pleased as Nishitani's cock began to soften in his hands, listening to him pant heavily, chest heaving. "There you go, about time you do something right. Now wait here."
Majima wasted no time retrieving the hitachi from the closet, knowing exactly where it was stored.
He plugged it in before flipping it onto high, quickly pressing it to Nishitani's soft cock, aiming for the tip. Nishitani sobbed, thighs shaking as his cock began to swell and harden once again.
"Ohgodohgod," Nishitani whimpered, eyebrows knit together as he threw his head back into the pillows. His cock spat out another large glob of precum. Majima watched it leak down Nishitani's shaft.
"There you go, you like that, don't ya?" Majima asked, Nishitani nodding several times quickly.
"Y-yes, I love it!" He cried out, feeling himself getting closer and closer to his orgasm. Tears of pleasure ran down his face, dampening his cheekbones as he sniffled, a shiver racing down his spine. "Please please please, I'll be good I promise," Nishitani swore.
"You promise?" Majima hummed.
"Yes, I swear on my life," Nishitani promised, "please," he continued, his body covered with a bright sheen of sweat. Majima knew Nishitani was getting close, practically thrusting his hips up against the hitachi. Majima shifted it down lower, pressing the vibrator against the underside of his shaft, moving it up and down. "Then go ahead and cum."
That was all Nishitani needed to be thrown over the edge, cum dribbling down his shaft and onto his abdomen. "Keep coming," Majima snickered, not pulling the vibrator away. He regretted not restraining Nishitani's hands, but that would be something else for another time.
Sagawa could see the veins in Nishitani's neck pulsing as he came, head thrown back into the pillows, his hands digging into the bedding below. He couldn't even get soft, the stimulation from the vibrator keeping him hard. Nishitani was sure he saw god as he came again, practically sobbing as Majima pressed it against the shiny red cockhead once more. His breath was ragged as his thighs trembled.
His entire body ached, overstimulation tearing it apart as exhaustion was settling in almost instantly. Nishitani's vision blurred for a moment as he tried to focus on keeping coherent enough to continue.
"S-stop," Nishitani gasped, unable to continue anymore. He felt like he couldn't breathe, his entire body tensing. He felt like he had run several marathons.
The vibrator was instantly off of him, Majima instantly above him and cradling his face. Nishitani felt hot to the touch, knowing that he needed to be cooled down as soon as possible.
"Whaddya need?" Majima asked, pressing a kiss to Nishitanis forehead, running his hand through his damp hair, slicking it back a little bit.
Sagawa was already out the door, returning with several bottles of cold water from the fridge, pressing one to his forehead before twisting the cap on the other. The seal snapped as he opened it and helped Nishitani take a few large sips.
"You okay?" Majima asked, his heart pounding in his ears.
"'m tired… 'nd everything hurts… but not in a bad way," he clarified between sips of water. He couldn't remember the last time that water tasted so good. His throat hurt from how hard he had been breathing. He was grateful that Sagawa was always quick to react to safewords.
Nishitani lay there for a few more moments, letting his body calm down. He wiggled his fingers a few times, blinking as he stared up at the ceiling. Majima's fingertips dug into his thigh, giving him a gentle massage trying to help with the cramping that he may have afterwards from several orgasms.
"God, ya really put me through the ringer, Majima-kun," Nishitani sighed, offering a lopsided smile. He looked like he had been through hell.
Majima nodded, his heart practically in his throat. He had never had anyone safeword with him before. He mentally cursed himself for not paying closer attention. He should have seen that Nishitani was exhausted and wasn't holding up well. If he had been more observant, this wouldn't have happened.
It's all my fault, Majima thought.
"I'm sorry," Majima muttered gently.
"Let me get you into the bathtub, I don't think you could stand for a shower," Sagawa smiled.
"I don't know if I can stand at all," Nishitani admitted, letting Sagawa pull him up before the both of them walked into the bathroom. Majima could hear the bath running as Nishitani was put in for a soak. It wasn't often that Nishitani took a bath, it was more common for Nishitani to hop into the bath with Sagawa or Majima instead.
I don't know if I can stand.
Majima felt his heart shatter into what felt like a million pieces. He could feel tears welling in his eye, blinking several times in an effort to keep them from slipping out.
This ain't about me, this is about Nishitani. He had to safeword because of me.
He pushed himself to his feet, forcing himself into the bathroom.
Nishitani looked more than pleased in the bath tub, Sagawa pouring some soap into the water to help him relax. He ran a hand through his hair, pulling it back entirely. Majima often commented about how he should pull his hair back more often. He liked the look on him.
Nishitani grinned across the bathroom to him.
"Man that was so fuckin' good," he smiled, letting himself soak down further into the tub so it covered his chest. Guilt weighed Majima down.
"Ya don't need to try to make me feel better," Majima said, looking towards the sink instead.
"What? Majima-kun?"
Sagawa was quick to interject.
"Why don't you soak here for a bit, we'll get you some real food to eat. I'm sure you're hungry," he suggested, trying to act fast in an attempt to change the subject before things could escalate any further.
Sagawa didn't exactly give Nishitani any time to answer, tugging Majima out of the bathroom and closing the door behind them as quickly as he humanly could.
Hot tears streamed down Majima's face as soon as he was out of Nishitani's line of sight, Sagawa pulled him into a tug, pressing Majima against his chest.
"I-I fuckin' went too far, I'm a monster," Majima admitted, trying to focus on the circles that Sagawa was rubbing into his back. He always had a way of being gentle when needed. Sagawa regretted not having another interaction with safewords before this, especially for Majima's first dom scene.
"Let's get you some aftercare," Sagawa suggested, "and a snack," he continued, leading Majima to the kitchen and sitting him down at the table. He went into the cabinet and got a box of colored cereal. How Nishitani can eat so many sweets is beyond him. It's a miracle he doesn't have heartburn constantly. "Here, count the colors, see which color has the most in the bowl," Sagawa said, placing the bowl in front of Majima, pouring a bit of milk into it, placing a spoon onto the table next to it.
Majima was silent, giving a few nods as he began to push the cereal around in the bowl with the spoon, eating cereal as he went. It did taste good, even if it wasn't his preferred type. He ate silently, Sagawa sitting next to him, running his hand through Majima's hair as a way to calm him down.
After a little while the door to the bedroom was opened as Nishitani stepped out. His hair was dripping slightly onto the robe that he wore. As much as he loved to take quick showers, there was something about taking a nice little bath that always put him into a better mood. He would have loved to soak longer, but he was extremely tired and didn't want to fall asleep in the tub.
Sagawa saved the cereal that was nearly knocked over as Majima stood up.
"I'm sorry for taking the scene too far," Majima blurted out.
Nishitani yanked Majima into a tight hug, pressing a kiss against his cheeks.
"You have nothing to apologize for, I was havin' a lot of fun Majima-kun, but my body was tired and I was worn out, if I had the stamina, I would've keep goin'," Nishitani assured him, hearing Majima cry slightly against his chest, wiping his tears on his robe.
"Safewording isn't bad, it's communication," Sagawa pointed out.
"When you safeword, is it because you hate whoever you have to use it with?" Nishitani asked, Majima shaking his head against his chest. "Then why do you safeword?"
"Because I want to stop… My body can't take anymore," he explained.
"The fact that I can safeword with ya, and have you react immediately is such an amazin' thing," Nishitani said, pulling Majima's face to look at him, pressing a gentle kiss on his lips. "And I love you."
"Thank you," Majima whispered.
"You're both exhausted, and he needs some aftercare," Sagawa pointed out, although Majima would debate that he was doing just fine, but he wasn't going to fight with Sagawa regarding it.
Sagawa pulled the both of them back into the living room, quickly changing the bedding while Nishitani helped Majima put a fresh pair of pajamas on. Usually Sagawa slept in the middle but Majima ended up in the center of them, Nishitani nuzzling up against him and falling asleep almost instantly, snoring loudly.