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As Kashimo sinks to his knees, his expression remains fixed in an irritated scowl. Hakari laughs.
“Come on, baby, what’s with the face? I’ll never get hard if you keep glaring at me like this.”
The taunting makes Kashimo glare at him even harder.
“Don’t call me ‘baby’, asshole, or I’m leaving,” Kashimo replies, but actions contradict his words when he starts roughly unfastening Hakari’s belt, fast and ungentle, like the task ahead of him is nothing but an unwelcome bothersome chore. The attitude would certainly be a downer for Hakari if he didn’t find getting on Kashimo’s nerves so much.
“You won’t leave, and we both know it. I won fair and square. And you promised to do anything I want. So get to it.” Oh, how much he loves it. Rubbing it in Kashimo’s face how inevitable the situation is. How Kashimo can complain and scowl all he wants, but it doesn’t mean a thing because Kashimo would rather die than appear a coward - he is trapped and betrayed by his own ego. And they both know it.
Kashimo’s lips twist and he bares his teeth at the crude remark, but with the man kneeling on the floor with his head caged between Hakari’s thick thighs and having to tilt his head up just to meet eyes, he just looks like a fussy irritated kitten - none of the rage gets translated. Hakari doesn’t fight the urge to put his hand on top of the blond mop of hair and card his fingers through the locks. Kashimo all but pouts – Hakari’s dick twitches with interest at the unexpected display of gap moe.
“This shit says much more about you than about me. Who even asks for a blowjob over a bet won? That sounds rapey to me. Fucking pervert,” he hisses through his teeth, cheeks red from embarrassment he tries to mask behind irritation. Hakari sees through him as easily as through a glass door.
“Wouldn’t dream of forcing myself on you. We can find an alternative task, if you don’t want to do this one. I won’t even hold it against you, pinky promise.” Hakari watches for the reaction to his words carefully. He sees it – the rolled eyes, the tiny tsk sound. He never expected Kashimo to agree – that’s why he offered in the first place.
“I’m not a pussy, Hakari. What would my word be worth if I backed out over a minor inconvenience that sucking your pathetic little dick is going to be? I’ll just make you cum, and then we are even. That’s nothing to me.” He can see how Kashimo tries to keep his expression even, but nervousness can still be seen through the lip caught between white teeth.
Hakari bursts out laughing. “Sure thing, babygirl, I hear you. Just don’t complain later that I forced you to do anything – you are the one who agreed to take my poor little cock down your throat and drink my cum.”
The word choice is deliberate. Kashimo’s scowl deepens and he yanks Hakari’s pants and underwear down so roughly it almost tears – it’s not enough to divert Kashimo’s attention from the redness of his ears. “I’m not a girl, you freak. And I’m not going to swallow, by the way. If you cum in my mouth, I’m going to spit it out on your face.”
“Kinky.”
Kashimo sinks his teeth in the meat of his thigh. It doesn’t produce the wanted effect, pain spreading with delicious fire through his muscles, instead of hurting him.
“Ouch,” he says half-heartedly, teasing Kashimo with his obviously unaffected voice.
“Watch your mouth, dog.”
Hakari could banter like this for a long time, riling Kashimo up has always been fun as hell, but words die in his mouth as he watches Kashimo free his legs from his pants and underwear. He huffs and fusses with each movement, frowning when he sees that Hakari’s half-hard cock that lies heavy against his thigh isn’t small at all. The expression is cute as hell. He sits between Hakari’s spread legs, hands lying on his lap, like he doesn’t know where to put them. Shame covers his face with a tint of blush.
“Come on, Kashimo, stop stalling.” Hakari spreads his legs a little wider, inviting Kashimo in, an exciting power rush spreading through his veins with the power that his position gives him. He never knew how much he needed to see Kashimo kneel in front of him, torn between anger and embarrassment as he touches his bare body, before he had this, but now he thinks that Lady Luck really should love him if that’s how she rewards him.
He is eager to see what other reactions he can work out of the man kneeling in front of him like a servant. His body is burning for more.
“I’m not stalling, just getting comfortable,” Kashimo mumbles, while Hakari is consumed with his thoughts. It’s an empty excuse even a child could see through. Hakari grins. Teasing him is so fun, he doesn’t even care if Kashimo is going to suck at sucking dick, it is entertaining nonetheless. Maybe he can even make Kashimo cry if he pulls the right strings – that would be a sight to see. Gosh, this is going to be so much fun.
“Want to be closer to me?” he says with a vanilla sweet intonation, scratching lightly underneath Kashimo’s chin as if he has a dog or maybe a fussy little fox sitting between his legs. The action makes Kashimo twitch.
It’s obvious that Kashimo is out of his element, unsure how to act in an usual situation, in a submissive position. He puts his hands up a little too fast, and the urgency betrays his nervousness. He first settles them on Hakari’s bare thighs, and then, as if burnt, moves them forward, fingers hovering reluctantly over the half-hard cock.
It’s almost like he has never touched a dick before. Maybe he hasn’t. Hakari should ask.
“What, is this your first time touching a dick? You acting like a blushing virgin. Should I be more gentle with you, princess? You need to just ask.”
No reply, just as he expected. A silence that speaks louder than words. This is another round that he won. Kashimo throws him an angry scowl, but Hakari responds to it with a self-assured grin. The man tsks and gets back to his task, as if Hakari doesn’t even deserve a reply, but really just because he doesn’t have anything to say.
Long fingers wrap around his length and tug experimentally several times. Kashimo is so concentrated, brows furrowed tightly, he doesn’t even notice that his tongue is sticking out. He looks so determined.
“If you want to get me hard, then you should probably stop trying to give my dick carpet burns,” Hakari muses out. It is a bit of deception on his part, the movement of Kashimo’s hands isn’t uncomfortable for now, but some lubrication wouldn’t hurt. And he would lie if he said he didn’t want to make Kashimo feel slightly inadequate, his skills lacking, performance made fun of.
Hakari’s self-confidence leaves him unprepared for the way Kashimo responds to his teasing.
He gulps down several times, rolling his tongue around, before leaning forward and opening his mouth, spit dribbling out over the head of Hakari’s cock in thick and sticky threads. Kashimo’s pink tongue is sticking out far outside of his mouth, obscenely long and wet. Like it was made to slide against a cock.
The image has Hakari exhaling heavily. His cock throbs in Kashimo’s hands. His own hands twitch with the desire to grip Kashimo’s head and shove his growing erection in his mouth, but he stops himself, unable to interrupt the other man’s slow and hesitant movement. Like a hunter that spotted his prey in the forest, Hakari knows that a hasty move might leave him without dinner.
Kashimo’s fingers catch his own spit over Hakari’s cock before it can drip on the floor, and then spread it across his length, and when he sees that there isn’t enough wetness to cover everything he spits on the tip again. Hakari has to bite his tongue not to curse.
His own fingers dig into his hairy thighs as Kashimo starts stroking his cock with both hands, up and down, slowly tugging on his foreskin, glistening with the wetness of Kashimo’s spit. His cock is fully hard now, tip curved down, and at this moment Hakari cannot think of anything but how well it will fit in Kashimo’s throat. He can barely contain his excitement and the fervour for more. He wants to urge Kashimo forward without making himself look too eager, but he isn’t sure he will be able to keep his façade up for much longer.
“Don’t you know how to jerk off a dick? Come on. Squeeze tighter.” He wants to sound degrading, but with his words breathless he just comes off as a poser. He tries to even his breathing, but it is quite futile when Kashimo does follow his instructions and warm pleasure fills his cock, pressed tightly between two firm palms.
“Fuck,” he groans. Looking down, he meets eyes with Kashimo, whose lips are tugged into a smug smirk.
“Better?” he asks innocently.
Hakari wants to ruin him.
“You are doing amazing, princess. Keep it up and maybe you’ll even make me cum in a few hours. But don’t be sad if you don’t manage. I’ve never come from a blowjob before.” This is another empty threat, far removed from reality, but still he knows that it worked because Kashimo’s eyes narrow with a challenge and he squeezes his dick almost painfully tight.
“So smug, huh. I bet it’s just empty talk. I can make you cum easily, and I don’t need several hours for that.”
Line, hook and sinker.
“Well, if you are so determined, then maybe you should finally get to work. This dick isn’t going to suck itself.”
Kashimo fucking growls with irritation, setting Hakari’s own body on explosive fire, as he watches Kashimo lean forward and wrap his lips around the tip of the cock hanging in front of his face. His glowing yellow eyes flutter shut, and as he sinks down lower. The look of his lips stretched around Hakari’s thick cock has him groaning. A perfect circle, pink skin taunt and wet, mouth full and cheeks stretched and puffed. Hakari is just a man - he cannot stay still in the face of such temptation.
But when he pushes forward, bucking his hips deeper into Kashimo’s mouth, the thread of his self-control snapping, he sees these golden eyes fly open, and the man moves away in a second, his chest shaking with wet coughs.
“Fucking ow,” he curses and wipes his lips from droplets of saliva. “Do you want me to choke and die?”
Hakari rolls his eyes.
“No, you are just too goddamn fragile. Fucking pussy,” he snorts with irritation, angry at being denied what he wants, just like a petulant child. He wants this mouth on his cock, like, yesterday.
Kashimo huffs but instead of angry, he seems embarrassed, maybe even ashamed. “You just caught me by surprise. Stay still, will ya?”
He doesn’t wait for a reply and dives back down, concentration written over his features as he sets a steady back and forth rhythm. Wet warmth envelops Hakari’s dick and he exhales in pleased relief, basking in the sensation, irritation and impatience immediately forgotten. It’s clumsy, and Kashimo only reaches around half-way, but it’s still stroking the gentle fire in his belly. Out of habit, he rests his hand on the nape of Kashimo’s head, fingers stroking the surprisingly soft hair between his cute little buns, which elicits an angry glare from Kashimo, but it lacks the fire when his mouth is full of dick.
“Don’t worry, princess, I’m not going to push, you are new to this after all.”
Kashimo narrows his eyes. Hakari knows what he’s doing – Kashimo is the type who hates being talked down to, underestimated, treated like a weak fragile thing. Few things irritate him as much as a condescending attitude. Kashimo walks right into his trap.
His hands grip Hakari’s thighs and he tries to sink deeper, engulfing a few more centimeters of Hakari’s length in his warm mouth, but once the tip touches his throat, he gags. The pleasant constricting sensation makes Hakari groan. He wants to fuck the brat’s throat so bad, it’s driving him crazy.
But this time, when Kashimo chokes, he doesn’t move away. He sucks the air through his nose, but doesn’t let the cock fall out of his mouth, although his golden eyes prickle with tears like tiny diamonds. It’s endearing how eager he is to please, even though it’s just a bet lost, and he is probably driven more by stubbornness than anything else (for now) but Hakari thinks he can change that.
More drool drips out of Kashimo’s mouth, rolling down his chin, but he makes no move of wiping it away. Hakari swipes it with his thumb for him, cradling his wet chin between his fingers, tilting his face slightly upwards.
“Good job, go on like that. Try getting it even wetter.”
Their eyes are glued to each other, the connection sparkling as Kashimo follows the instruction without complaining or rolling his eyes this time, drooling all over his cock as he bobs his head back and forth, gauging the reaction of the other man.
Hakari’s breathing is getting heavy again and he feels the muscles of his abs straining as pleasure gradually builds in his stomach. Kashimo lowers his head just a little deeper, and it makes him close his eyes and groan. The sensation is so delicious, he cannot deny himself the pleasure of holding Kashimo’s head in place, prolonging the pleasure, until Kashimo starts to gag again, and he lets him go.
He expects Kashimo to insult him and complain again, but he just returns to sucking him off with increased enthusiasm. His eagerness makes Hakari burn with smug satisfaction. Hakari knows that Kashimo is competitive, that he likes to be good at everything he does, but he didn’t expect Kashimo to apply this attitude to sucking dick, sucking Hakari’s dick in particular. The thought makes his brain go haywire. He wants to feel more, see more, pull Kashimo apart and put him back together. He looks at Kashimo and thinks the man might just let him.
For now, the first step in his plan, he wants to reward Kashimo for his hard work, fry his brain with praise so he tries even harder to please Hakari. Teach him that this is what he really wants.
“Fuck, that’s good. Hollow your cheeks a little. Suck it in,” he instructs, and Kashimo does as told without a breath of hesitation. Pleasant warmth shoots through his nerves and Hakari’s legs flex, caging Kashimo firmer between his thighs. Seeing the reaction he gets must be fueling Kashimo’s enthusiasm, because he sucks more of his length in and repeats the movement.
When Hakari finally peers down, Kashimo is looking at him with eyes glassy and clouded, lonely tears streaming down his cheeks. He looks completely obscene, like a dirty used-up whore – the image itself is almost enough to have Hakari bust a nut and he has to grit his teeth in concentration.
“You are doing great, sweetheart. I love how you suck my cock. Fucking amazing. Keep it up, kitten.”
It’s telling when Kashimo moans in response and moves down again, trying to take more of Hakari’s length in, but gagging and choking helplessly once the tip touches the back of his throat. Slurping noises fill the room as he tries and fails to force the head past the deliciously squeezing opening of his throat. The sensation is mind-numbing, but Hakari grips Kashimo by the hair on the back of his head and tugs back, wary that at this pace the man might just throw up all over his dick.
Kashimo resists being moved, so with exasperation and a low heavy voice, he decides to give him another task to focus on. “Suck on the head and use your hands on the rest. Squeeze tight. Yeah, fuck, that’s good.”
Kashimo does as told, drooling and slurping all over his dick, eyes fluttering blissfully, as he swirls his tongue around the tip, hands sliding smoothly over the shaft aided by saliva that now covers the whole length with abundance. He does everything that Hakari orders him to obediently, like a pet eager to please, and the thought has him grinning like a maniac as Hakari bucks his hips forward, wanting to see what else Kashimo will stomach just to satisfy him.
Kashimo’s face is a mess, lips red and wet, stretched tight around his length. Hakari wishes he could film it, how eagerly Kashimo is swallowing his dick, how he doesn’t seem to care for anything but Hakari’s pleasure even if it has him gagging and crying, breathing heavily around the cock in his mouth like he has just run a marathon.
Hakari feels himself approaching the familiar fire in his gut, his muscles tingling and flexing. He grips the unsuspecting Kashimo firmly by the buns on his head and holds him in place as he starts shoving his dick forward, pounding against his flexing throat. Kashimo’s fingers dig into his knees, but he doesn’t struggle, even if tears stream down his cheeks and his throat lets out pathetic and dirty squelching sounds.
At the last moment before the pleasure snaps, he pulls out and watches his cum paint Kashimo’s face with streaks of white. Hakari growls as he looks at his sticky spent decorate the face of the man below him, his white lashes clumped together, his hanging open mouth, red lips and pink tongue now covered in drool and cum that slowly drips on his knees below him. His hair is disheveled, completely undone from Hakari’s rough treatment, wet from drool strands sticking to his cheeks.
Kashimo looks positively ruined.
They are both breathing heavily, Hakari still recovering from the explosive orgasm. Despite it all, he cannot tear his eyes away from Kashimo who seems blissed out of his mind, eyes closed because with the eyelashes glued shut with cum, opening them would only hurt him. Hakari is ready to hear him complaining about the cum on his face, he knows that Kashimo can be fussy, but it doesn’t come. Instead, he watches as the man slumps to the side, leaning on his thigh and nuzzling against his knee.
Kashimo is catching his breath, awareness very slowly returning into his movements. He looks so small between Hakari’s legs, so sweet and tired, he cannot do anything but put his hand on Kashimo’s head and pet it gently.
“How are you doing, Kashimo? Alright?” he asks carefully, putting the taunting remarks to the back of his mind for the time being.
Kashimo stays silent for long seconds, and when he opens his mouth, the words he mutters are too quiet to tell apart.
“What was that?” Hakari asks him. He lets his hand slide lower and cradle Kashimo’s cheek, testing the waters. To his surprise, Kashimo doesn’t move away, instead rubbing against the offered palm.
“Told you. Fucking told you I could do that. You fucking over-confident, asshole. It wasn’t even hard,” he says louder.
Hakari throws his head back and explodes in laughter.
‘This guy is amazing. Just sucked my dick and got jizz all over his face, but acts like he’s the one who won. Fucking adorable,’ he thinks to himself.
Out loud, he says something else. “Alright, honey. You got it. Here’s your gold star.”
He pats Kashimo’s cheek a couple times, chuckling when Kashimo winces. Batting the offending arm away, he shifts on his no doubt painful sleeping legs.
“Anyway, who told you that you could cum on my face, you piece of shit?” he complains this time.
“You told me not to cum in your mouth. Where else was I supposed to do it?”
“Figure it out yourself, fuckhead,” Kashimo grouses and starts getting up off the floor on shaky legs of a newborn fawn.
“I think I liked you better with your mouth stuffed.”
“Tough luck.”
Kashimo is standing now, still clutching on Hakari’s knee for purchase. His eyes are clumped shut (dirty) – Hakari uses his temporary blindness to his advantage without a single pang of conscience, and hauls Kashimo down to straddle his legs, making the man yelp.
“What the hell are you doing? Let me go!” he yells and hits Hakari against the chest. It’s slightly painful, but he ignores the feeling easily, mind set on something much more important.
“Why should I? I don’t think we are done here.” Hakari punctuates his words with a palm pressed against Kashimo’s crotch, feeling a rock-hard dick throb against his palm. “This still needs to be taken care of.”
Kashimo gasps and shakes against his touch.
“But the deal was just for me to give you a blowjob!” he panics, face flushing as he involuntarily presses closer as the feeling of a warm hand on his own dick through the fabric of his pants.
He is so fucking easy.
“Change of plans. I got another wish. I want you to indulge me.”
And with these words he ducks forward with a ravenous kiss. Based on the hands clutching his shoulder and tugging on his hair, Kashimo doesn’t seem to mind too much.