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Raindrops pitter patter against the kitchen window of their small, shared apartment. It's a soothing white-noise to the otherwise quiet of their kitchen. The savory smell of their yakitori takeout permeating the room is a welcome change to the frigid cold of early fall. With half the food already consumed and still only some feeling returning to their fingers, Yuuta's mind is immediately drawn to the various, more engaging ways they could warm up.
He closes his eyes and is met with flashes of Maki's strong thighs bracketing him, keeping him firmly in place. His large hands run up her sides, sliding along her toned muscles and faded scars before he meets her breasts. Soft and pliable, dwarfed in his large hands, but he doesn't mind. He quite prefers them that way, fitting in his palms.
He feels himself twitch in his pants and opens his eyes to find Maki studying him.
"What's that face?" Maki inquires.
"Hmm? Just thinking of ways to warm up my hands with you," Yuuta smirks at her.
Sex is still relatively new to the two of them, Yuuta is seemingly more confident in flirting and teasing than taking over control and initiating any encounter they have. He doesn't mind being at Maki's beck and call. It's invigorating, feeling chosen and wanted by her.
Her eyes take him in. Anyone else would probably feel scrutinized under her gaze. But Yuuta knows the subtle differences as her eyes drag along his figure.
Her body language is indifferent, but her eyes like molten gold, smothering him in his seat.
"Funny, I was thinking the same thing." She retorts, indifferent.
Yuuta audibly gulps.
He questions her unsure, "W-what were you thinking?"
She's finished eating now, placing the empty skewers back in the takeout bag and moving it off her placemat so she can lean her elbows on the table.
"I wanna try something different. Something new", she explains.
"Different from our usual?", he clarifies.
Maki nods.
Their usual routine isn't anything Yuuta would complain about. Far from it. He enjoys coming home from killing curses, eating dinner with Maki. Bathing with her. And lying beneath her as she rides him to the point of babbling praise and begging for release. It's something he looks forward to.
But new experiences are always nice.
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They've settled on the couch after their shower. Yuuta is gently massaging Maki's feet as they rest in his lap and she lets out a small noise of contentment. He enjoys giving her massages at the end of the day. He finds he quite likes the feeling of her tense muscles loosening under his steady hands. Something about it makes him feel powerful. He’s working the ball of her foot with his knuckles when she pipes up,
"How about shibari?" Her suggestion fills the still air and Yuuta feels his cheeks instantly blush.
"It's not something I've ever thought about doing", he admits. “But I think I'd be okay with being tied up.”
Now Maki is blushing and averting her gaze from him.
"No, I meant for you to tie me up." she breathes out.
They make quite the pair; both unable to look at one another, faces heated and blushing. His hands have stopped working the arch of her foot and his palms are sweating.
He gathers his nerves to answer her, "That's interesting."
"It's just a suggestion, if you don't feel comfortable-" Maki backpedals. It's so unlike her.
"No, no. I think it could be…fun," he finishes.
The conversation dies there, but later that night when they're in bed together Maki's hips are moving at a much more frantic pace and her kisses are more persistent than normal.
It makes Yuuta's heart ache.
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The next time they broach the topic, Yuuta is far more comfortable with the idea. The excitement he feels, simmering under his skin at the thought of being the one on top, the one in charge is new and exhilarating.
He's keen to embody the role and wants to make it a memorable experience for the both of them. It's why he's jumped into this headfirst; researching knot types and rope styles in every spare moment. Learning how to tie and researching tying positions in his off time. He's having dreams about all the ways he could string her up and have her open, all to himself. It's intoxicating. He's surprising himself with how much the idea of it turns him on.
Maki has always been so strong, so independent. The idea of anyone conquering her, dominating her, besting her in anything, is laughable. Foreign. She's indomitable. But the idea that it could be him? That she would allow him the honor? It gets his blood flowing all too easy.
"You've been practicing," she observes.
He answers her as he twists a new knot into the rope he's playing with. "Yeah, I think I've become a little obsessive."
She rolls her eyes before remarking, "You need to be more careful. People will get..ideas."
Now that's something he should have seen coming. Of course Maki would want to keep something so intimate under wraps. He's the same way.
He almost slipped up on a mission earlier this week with Toge. He had a practice rope in his back pocket with a few knots in it that fell out while they were killing curses. Toge's eyes widened when he saw it and Yuuta played off that he likes tying knots to give his hands something to do as he stuffed it back into his pocket. At that, Toge pulled out his phone to look up places for lunch and that had been the end of it.
Still, Yuuta can't shake the feeling that Toge knew exactly what those particular knots were for. His friend is a bit of a freak - the look in his eyes wasn't shock at all, it was one of recognition . The saving grace of that little interaction is knowing Toge will never say anything about it.
But still, if Maki knew..
He decides to get to the heart of it: "Why are you nervous of people finding out?"
She blanches.
"I just don't want people knowing about my intimate dealings," she answers quickly.
"Hey, relax. We don't have to shout it from the rooftops." He placed a hand on her shoulder. "I don't want you feeling ashamed of us." His sincerity is soothing.
"You know, you never told me why you were interested in the idea," he tries to engage her further.
She's quiet for a few moments, seemingly debating internally. This is always the hardest part Maki has within their relationship. Opening up on an emotional aspect is what she struggles with.
Ever since they first started fooling around and eventually dating, it was always Maki initiating the physical aspect. She kissed him first. Touched him first, explored his body with her hands, her mouth. She always asked if it was okay, but she kept how she felt tightly guarded.
When they started having sex, Yuuta felt such a strong emotional connection to her. More so than any other person he'd ever met. After their first time he told her he loved her. She didn't answer him back. Just placed her head above his beating heart and lay upon his chest silently. It stung, still does. He knows her baggage and he understands her problem with opening up, he gets it, really he does. But it still hurts.
"I guess I'm just tired of being in control all the time. I want a break. To be.." her sentence teeters off.
“You want to try letting go?”, he offers.
She answers him with a kiss.
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Yuuta really is trying to make the most of this experience. He’s set up their bedroom with candles and comforts to help ease them both into their respective roles. The rope he chose rests in a black box at the foot of their bed. When Maki entered the room, her eyes immediately bore into it.
He offers her to sit in the armchair opposite their bed. She looks uneasy, her eyes darting around the room at the candles and window then the door. She looks like prey in a snare. Not the exact visual he had for her this evening.
“I chose this particular style because it’s supposed to be comfortable even for long periods or more uh, rigorous movement.” he chokes out going red.
The box is settled on his knee across from her. She’s still not looking at it. Or him.
“But mostly, I chose it because it reminded me of you,” he lifts the lid off the box revealing a splendid deep green rope reminiscent of her hair with golden thread, just like her eyes.
Her eyes shift now to his hands that have gathered the rope to show her how the golden threads catch in the candlelight. She huffs, uncomfortable at the attention.
“Haven’t seen you playing with this one,” she remarks, reaching to touch the threaded knot.
“Only the best for my girl,” he tuts, pulling the thread from her grasp.
He doesn’t say it often, afraid to seem oppressive or domineering. But the few times he has left her aching to hear it again.
He stands from their bed and moves in front of her, blocking her vision and line of sight to the door. She feels the panic well up inside her. Then he shifts, kneeling down so that he’s beneath her eye line she has to tilt her chin down to meet him.
“Maki, do you want to do this?” his question hangs in the air.
“I’m scared,” she whispers.
“You have all the power. The second you tell me to stop, it’s over.” he places a hand on her knee and rubs his thumb in small circles.
She takes a breath before answering, “Okay. Let’s do this-” and is cut off by his searing kiss.
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He settles between her knees on the floor, kissing up her thighs. She’s reclined enough in the chair, keeping her eyes on him. She’s unsure about breaking his concentration. Speaking up and ruining the moment.
Her thoughts are interrupted by his hand spreading her legs and gripping her ass, pulling her center closer to the edge of the seat. He looks up to meet her eyes. One hand still firmly gripping her butt, the other reaches up to her wrist on the armrest. Their fingers interlock and she squeezes his hand.
She’s comfortable with this. Nonverbal communication. This is easy and safe.
When his lips meet her heat her chin tips back and her eyes slot shut.
She’s very comfortable with this. Yuuta gives head like a man deprived of water. It’s a familiar place for them both to start. His hand slips from her grasp and goes to aid his mouth on her. His thumb gently moved in tight circles on her clit. She sighs deeply. Comfortable, at ease. Safe. He’s shifting again, pulling her legs up onto his shoulders as he sets a more desperate pace. Lapping at her opening, teasing her lips open with his fingers. Working her to a frenzy.
“Yuuta-” she chokes on his name as a moan pours from her lips. “Dammit, fuck-” she’s cut off again by his insistent fingers penetrating her.
She looks down at him and sees his pupils blown out, wide. His mouth latched onto her clit, sucking greedily. He looks thoroughly debauched. Her hand reaches down to his head to hold him in place. Her hips start moving of their own accord. Chasing her release, almost there. She keeps her eyes on his as long as she can, until the dam breaks and her vision whites. The low moan breaks past her panting and all she can do is hold onto his head as she feels herself washed away by her orgasm.
Weightless, boneless, her legs fall off his shoulders. They’ll come back to her momentarily. For now she’s content to drift in the open water. Thighs twitching with aftershocks every so often. Zipping straight up her spine to the base of her skull. Her eyes are still squeezed shut, trying to catch her breath when the shift occurs and his mouth still attached to her most sensitive area becomes painful rather than pleasurable. She keens and shoves his shoulder with the heel of her hand.
His hand grips the one she just pushed against his shoulder. One gentle squeeze. She gives one back. She smiles before opening her eyes. This is nice. Communicating with just a touch. She opens her eyes and is immediately met with the box of rope. Her heart stutters.
Right.
He stands again and stretches his limbs out. Shaking the static from his legs and feet, being curled up in that position on the floor. She sits at the edge of the chair watching him. Yuuta removes his underwear and it’s no surprise to see he's hard and leaking. Maki’s pride swells knowing she’s the cause. Her eyes scan the rest of him to admire his limbs, long and lean. Meeting his eyes on her, his gaze is questioning.
"Where should I..?" her question trails off as she motions with her hand toward the bed and the floor.
"Ah, right." Yuuta motions to the center of the bed where he preemptively stacked some pillows. "Here, my love. Lean back against the pillows." She sits back, suddenly feeling very naked and exposed.
He picks up the rope and begins lightly running it against her skin, causing shivers. "I'm going to start with a simple tie on each of your legs. Speak up if it becomes too much okay?"
She nods once in return.
He begins by taking her right leg and bending her knee so her foot is flat against the bed. Then he starts looping the rope around her calf and her thigh. It's tight, but not uncomfortable. She tries to breathe evenly, focusing on how soft and cool the rope feels against her skin.
She cracks her eye open when she feels his lips press to just inside her knee. He smiles at his handy work. Maki thinks to herself she can do this, she can handle this. It’s one more notch in her belt, one more accomplishment or obstacle to overcome. She can take pride in knowing that she’s beating her fear of confinement. It’s strange, sure, but in a way it’s like exposure therapy.
"How does it feel?" His question breaks her train of thought as he runs his thumb from her knee, down the rope, to her ankle.
"Good." Maki mumbles. She's keeping her answers short. To the point.
He moves to her left, bending her knee again, planting her foot on the bed. It feels grounding, soothing. His movements are methodical. Looping the soft thread around her shin and her thigh, exposing her center to him. She looks up at him now. He looks angelic, truly. The candles glowing behind his head mimicking a halo. Maki's heart swells. Is this how he feels all the time? When she’s taking charge and riding him, does he see her in the same light? She doesn't tell him enough how fortunate she feels to have found him.
He finishes tying her left calf to her thigh and places another kiss at the knee.
"Checking in," he speaks softly, but his voice rumbles in her head like an earthquake. Everything feels amplified.
"Still good," she answers quietly. He looks so powerful like this, leaning over her. Maki focuses on his large hands as they grip her hips and pull her down, slotting their hips together. She can feel all of him laying firmly on her pelvis, hot and heavy. He pulses once. She breathes deep, expecting him to enter her, but the moment never passes.
He's busied himself with looping more of the rope around her torso, being mindful to leave her arms free. The rope constricts her ribcage, restricting the deep breaths she's been using to remain calm. He starts with one loop, two cords in width just beneath the curve of her breast.
Her eyes widened in panic. She immediately looks at Yuuta's face for reassurance? She's not quite sure. But his face is lowered to her chest. He's pressing kisses to her breasts. From the right to the left and back. He settles between her breasts. His tongue tracing her bony sternum.
Suddenly he laughs out, "I love when you're like this. I can feel how you feel. Your heart is fluttering like a butterfly."
He sounds so light and free. It makes her feel at ease. Yuuta sits up on his knees now looking at the three rings of rope circling Maki's torso. The bindings around her legs are tight and secure. Yuuta smiles at his work. Everything feels pulled, taught, secure. Her center remains open to him. It’s a position she wouldn’t want to be caught dead in. The shame of being so helplessly exposed and ready to be used seeps into her mind like ice water filling a sponge. Something slightly stronger can’t find it in her to care.
"I have one more. Can you handle it?" he asks her.
She takes a moment to breathe. It's honestly not too bad if she just focuses on her breathing. She looks up at him, really takes him in. He's so bright. So pure, like sunlight after rain. The realization hits her with the same amount of clarity: She’s always felt this sense of security from him. Yuuta is a lot of things for her, but healing is probably the most apt description. He makes her feel good , in every sense. It makes her decision to continue this play easy.
"I can handle it," Maki replies, adamant.
Yuuta takes her wrists in one of his large hands and brings them together above her head. He starts circling the rope around her forearms tightly, just below her elbow. The rope digs into her skin firmly. It's confusing, but she can't be bothered. She's been so literally restricted her entire life. All she was told was how she could only ever aspire to be furniture in a powerful man's life. She turned her nose at that, defiant and resolute. Maki Zenin would be her own person, follow her own path, find her way.
In truth, she's never felt so free as she does the moment Yuuta finishes the binding around her arms, the rope stopping just before her wrists.
Lying there, her body feels heavy, like she's sinking into their bed. Yuuta looming over her. He's scanning her for any sign of discomfort. He's pleased not to see any. In truth she looks thoroughly blissed out. Nearly trance-like.
"That's my girl. I knew you could do it, Maki. You look so beautiful like this," he runs his hands from her waist up her sides to her wrists "All tied up and spread just for me. Only for me."
Yuuta is usually pretty talkative during their trysts, blurting out whatever observation crosses his mind, but he isn't holding anything back tonight. He grips the tie around her arms to bring her hands to his mouth. Kissing her palms. Yuuta is lavishing her. With nothing escaping his attention.
Then Maki flexes her fingers, to which Yuuta simply begins kissing each, individual one. The pads of each digit pressed lightly against his lips, before he'd slip his tongue out to caress the spaces between.
Deciding to test just how much control she has over the situation, Maki boldly presses two fingers past Yuuta's lips. He sucks at them liberally. Running his tongue along each digit, curling around the tips. Maki moans loudly and wantonly at that.
She presses the pads of her fingers firmly onto his tongue before pulling them out of his mouth. Saliva dripped from the tips onto her breasts.
Yuuta takes her wrists back into one hand, placing them into the bed above her head again. His other hand gathers at her mouth, cupping slightly before he gently raises a brow. Maki takes the cue and spits into his hand, coating it with her saliva. Yuuta smiles wide and brings his hand to lubricate himself, pumping softly.
Maki feels his tip press against her entrance. He presses into her heat as he interlocks their fingers. Her body reacts to him immediately, pulling him inside her. Yuuta pulses in her and he feels like every single nerve ending is on fire by the time he bottoms out. She feels like home to him.
"God, Maki, I'm not gonna last long. You're too good." Yuuta barely grits out between pants and moans.
"Yuuta, fuh-fuck," Maki babbles, delirious.
Yuuta's pace quickens, his hips snapping against hers with bruising force. He is usually so measured and conscious of his thrusts from under her, but this is wild and unchecked. He’s purely moving on instinct, pushing deep into her in long strokes. Maki's eyes roll into the back of her head. It's never felt like this before. Everything is so tight and wet and frantic.
"I'm close, Maki. Can I come inside you?" Yuuta's voice makes her shiver as it curls in hot breaths against her ear. They've never done that before either. Sure he has, when they’re being extra safe and using a condom, but she’s always preferred to have him finish on her rather than inside. Commenting how it felt too much like an act of owning or taming. But right now? In the moment, she wants nothing more than to be claimed by him, to feel him painting her inside and knowing she’s his and only his. Tonight's a new experience all around.
"Yes." Maki whispers as Yuuta kisses her. His mouth engulfs hers, tongue forcing itself in to lick at hers.
Now his pace is frenzied. No rhythm to his movements, just instinct. He's planted his hands above her head now to drill into her with purpose. In the moment, she feels torn, wishing her legs tied to opposite corners of the bed and wishing she wasn't bound and able to lock her ankles around his waist.
"Maki, Maki, I'm gonna-" Yuuta is barely making sense now. Between gulping down air and trying to form a sentence he's not doing well at either at the moment. For her part, Maki tries to let him know it's okay to make that fall. "Please, Yuuta please-" Maki is breathing frenetically.
And suddenly she's flooded with warm wetness.
Yuuta moans out long and low, "That's it, that's my girl. Take it," his fingers squeeze her hips in his powerful grip. "Take it." Yuuta cries out as the aftershocks of his orgasm decimate his remaining senses.
Maki’s channel floods with their mixed fluids. Spent and barely conscious Yuuta slumps onto her torso, carefully trying not to smother her though he can't do much else besides sucking down deep breaths.
As the moments tick by, Maki becomes more and more uncomfortable with the bindings and position she's been subjected to for the last half hour.
"Mm, Yuuta. Off," Maki shifts her shoulders to jostle his head. "I'm going numb."
At that, Yuuta bolts upright.
"Right, of course. Sorry, lemme get that, agh-" Yuuta remarks awkwardly as he pulls out from within her. She reclines best she can in the position while he works at the ties on each leg. Starting with the first one he tied back.
Once her legs are free she stretches out her limbs to get the blood flowing back into them. Yuuta sits back on his haunches and watches his mess spill out from between her legs and dribble onto their sheets.
He doesn't comment on that visual, but it fills him with indescribable joy. There's no one else in the world who has ever seen Maki like this, much less is the reason for her laid out, spent, filthy. His adoration for her spills out before he can think better of it.
"You're amazing, Maki. I can't believe we did that."
She laughs at that. "Yeah. You were pretty good too," she adds with a smirk.
With her arms finally free she reaches to his face to pull him down to her lips.
"I mean it, Yuuta. Thank you for doing that for me."
"C'mere. I'll run you a bath."
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He joins her in the bath sometime later.
"Was wondering when you'd find your way in here," Maki comments.
"Just changing the sheets. Water warm enough?" he asks.
She stretches in response. Letting the warmth of the bath seep into the meat of her muscles, permeating her joints.
He dips in behind her and she's so content she could cry. He’d talked a lot about after - wanting to take good care of her regardless of how things went because it was important she felt safe with him. She thinks he’s done a fine job. Resting the back of her head against his chest she focuses on the dip where the tip of his sternum is.
"I love you," she whispers and listens to how his heartbeat grows from soft to thunderous.
He wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer to whisper back,
"I love you, always."