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The golden light from the morning sun bleeds into the floorboards of the apartment through the thin curtains that hang over the window. Sae Itoshi stands in the glow, pulling a white dress shirt over his lean, pale figure.
Even though it's no later than 6 AM, he still finds himself busy. Every possible investor and reporter wanted to snap their jaws at him for the brief time that he was in Japan. It wasn't often that the opportunity to talk to him face-to-face was available.
Therefore, Sae dresses himself up in uselessly fancy clothing to attend equally useless meetings. His manager would get on him for 'looking unprofessional' if he didn't, and that was a fruitless argument. For now, he buttons his shirt with an indifferent expression and pulls a tie around his neck to fasten it.
"Need some help?"
A low voice rumbles directly into his ear, tan fingers that burn him with a warmth the sun can't provide resting over his ivory ones fiddling with the tie.
Without looking behind him, Sae knows that the fingers and voice belong to Shidou. He rose from the bed and stood without his ears registering the sound or his senses realizing he was there.
Anyone else would have gotten a quick elbow to the chest and flipped over his shoulder. Hell, even the man behind him has faced a similar fate before for startling him. Sae protected his personal space.
Now would be no different–he would say if he couldn't feel the pressure against his back, keying him in on his motives. Shidou didn't wear clothing when he went to bed. It was 'too restrictive' for his tastes, and he often found himself naked anyway.
That meant the presence could only be one thing: his cock.
"This early in the morning, you horny demon?"
Sae doesn't move away or continue to tie his tie, just stands there and waits to see what will happen next. While he has a meeting that he needs to attend in half an hour, he still finds himself curious.
Shidou laughs loud and without a hint of shame into his ear. "Not my fault. I was dreaming of you."
Languidly, he lets go of his tie and pushes it aside to widen Sae's collar. Fingers run over the pale expanse of his skin in a fleeting, almost teasing manner. Goosebumps rise involuntarily in response, and the man's wolfish grin is almost palpable behind him.
Much like a succubus beckoning a victim into its lustful trap, Shidou pulls him in with no more than a few words and simple touches. They ignite something underneath his skin, buried deep within the confines of his body. It's akin to when they're on the field together, working so seamlessly they're more one being than two. Shared sparks fly and set his cold body alight.
But Sae will not give in so easily. Or, at the very least, he will make the other work for it.
"Insatiable," he scoffs as the other shamelessly feels him up, "Even after last night, you still have the nerve to ask me to help you like some prepubescent boy."
Lips brush against the skin of his neck, dotted with red, blue, and purple marks from the night before. Shidou couldn't keep his teeth off of him whenever they were near, claiming he loves the way the marks would stay for hours on his pale skin. It was like a mutt trying to claim its territory.
"Come on, Sae-chan," his whine is high-pitched and almost breathless with how needy he sounds, "You're leaving after this anyway. Be so kind and gimme a gift before you go."
Although Sae knew the man was playing up his reactions in an attempt to get him to respond to his advances, he would be lying if he said the whine didn't do something to him. Unlike Shidou, he believed he had more dignity than to get hard at a few words or actions, but his dress pants tightening proved otherwise.
Being late to his meeting was one thing. Likely, his manager could cover for him long enough so his delayed arrival was barely noticeable. Messing up his clothes because he was fucking around was another. There was only such much leniency allowed on the business scene.
Knowing Shidou, this was going to be neither quick nor clean.
Before Sae can make up his mind, one hand is fumbling with the belt of his pants and teeth are sinking into his neck. A low groan leaves his lips at the bite, causing him to curse right after.
"Fucking Demon…" He trails off as his belt is removed in a swift, practiced motion.
"That's what I'm asking for," Shidou says cheekily when he pops off the new blooming mark.
Sucking in a breath, Sae grabs the hand that was unbuttoning his pants to regain control of the situation. Just as quickly as he got the reins, they were ripped from him, leaving him partially dazed. He needed to govern the pace, or else the other man would try to eat him alive.
"Hold on."
When Shidou stops groping his chest and biting on his neck, he takes it as attention.
"If we're going to do this, we're doing it my way," Sae starts once he feels like he's recentered, "That means you listen to what I tell you to do when I tell you."
His firm voice has a visceral effect on Shidou, cock twitching where it's pressed against him from behind. The need to see just how turned on he is fills him with a certain type of fire that he can't douse.
"And what if I don't?"
There's a playful edge to Shidou's voice when he decides to push the boundaries of Sae's words, practically purring. Without looking back, he knows that there's a grin on his face to match his attitude. A brat through and through.
Silence seeps into the air as he pretends to think of a response. He already knows that the other man will listen to every word that leaves his lips to the tee if he wants to get off. And, if not, he can make him with a flick of his wrist. One way or another, his commands will be followed.
"See if you'll get to cum."
The vulgar word rolls off Sae's tongue and hits the man where he knows it hurts. Normally, he would have no taste for such language, but it was the best way to get his point across.
Yet another whine leaves Shidou, this one sounding punched out from deep within his gut.
"Fuck, Sae…" Longing and lust are intertwined in his tone.
"If you listen," Sae warns him once more indifferently.
In less than a second, Shidou readily agrees. "How can I say no when you ask me like that? You're the real demon here, Sae-chan.~" His cheer and teasing nature resurface without a hitch.
Discreetly, a small, satisfied look plays on his face at the obedience. "I'm not the one trying to tear a chunk out of my neck and humping my leg like a dog at 6 AM," Sae said with a slight tilt of his voice.
Shidou's restrained hand begins to shift as he plays with the button on his pants. Hot breath lingers on his skin too, reminding him he can do more than just run his mouth and bite. He can also put it to use.
"You just get me so worked up," a hand slips into his pants, "It's not my fault I went to sleep dreaming of last night."
"Flattery will get you nowhere," his cock twitches in interest at the hand mere centimeters away, "Tell me what you were dreaming about, little Demon."
Their constant push and pull only adds more fuel to the fire building between the two of them. Tension so thick that they might choke on it permeates the surrounding air, forming a haze of desire.
It’s only a matter of time before it bubbles over and they both spring into action to devour.
"Oh? Tell you about how I dreamed of you bending me over that desk right there? Or about me having your cock so far down my throat I couldn't breathe?"
All of the words are whispered straight into his ear in a low tone meant only for him to hear. They send a distant shiver down Sae's spine, hands tightening and then relaxing as he forces himself to stay impassive. The last thing he needs to do is give in and allow Shidou to win so easily.
"You were so mean, Sae-chan…" Faux innocence taints his tongue when he starts to palm him through his boxers.
Arousal washes over him as he comes to full hardness, the thin material of his boxers separating his cock and his warm hand. If he were a lesser man, he would be bucking into it and chasing the bit of friction he was providing, much like what Shidou was doing against him.
Instead, Sae treads lightly, letting a soft sound pass through his lips. By now, he was almost certain that not only was he going to be late for his meeting but his clothes were also going to be soiled. It was only a matter of time, in the end. Nothing they did was fast or pristine.
"But you liked that." There's no room for doubt in his voice, just certainty in his statement and a bit of bite.
"I did?" Shidou's smile is practically verbal through his sleazy tone, one of his fingers pressing against the head of his cock.
Sae's hand, which has been ghosting the one buried in his pants, finally takes action, gripping his wrist again and pulling it out in one swift motion. His grasp is just tight enough for bruises to blossom across his tan skin hours later to serve as a reminder. Perhaps if the other man looked at them and reflected enough, he would eventually learn how to act.
"You do."
And that's an open and shut case.
"So rough," Shidou hisses lightly through his teeth but his cock tweaks in interest, "Is that what you're going to do if I don't listen? Make me?"
Playing games like these would get them nowhere. This is why he was best when collared, so Sae could pull and tug him along, else he strays off.
"Get on the bed," Sae orders curtly and coldly, "Now. Or you'll see just how 'rough' I can be."
It's almost pathetic the way he can feel Shidou's cock jump at the threat. Any sane person would back off when faced with his icy, downright dangerous demeanor. He rises to the challenge instead.
"Yes Sir."
With a hum, the other man steps away from where he was pressed against his back. Sae's hand is still warm as if his wrist is still there, heat seared into his skin like a branding. This time, he can hear the bed creak slightly when he climbs into it, letting him know that he's actually done as told. That's one thing he can do right.
"Changed your mind?" Shidou teases when he doesn't follow him to the bed immediately, clearly impatient.
Sae doesn't dignify his taunt with a response and instead takes a moment to make sure that he's still calm.
As much as he wants to give Shidou all that he will take, now is not the time. Even if he misses this morning's meeting, he still has a booked schedule. Laying around in bed all day wasn't on there.
So, Sae would have to keep this controlled; give the man enough to keep him sated and enough to calm the fire burning under his skin. Too much or too little and they would find each other in the sheets yet again.
Finally, he turns around to face the bed. The first thing that greets him is bright magenta framed with long, blonde lashes, cat-like slits in them dilating in excitement when they finally locked. There's a pinkish-red sheen over his cheeks as he grins, tempting him without so much of a word.
Shidou makes a show of dragging one of his hands down the brown planes of his skin, skirting over all of the details that he would love to focus on.
"You like what you see," he states as his hand drops into his lap and guides his legs open into a full spread, "Come and taste it."
Like two puzzle pieces slotting together, Sae fits perfectly in the now-open space between his legs. It feels like the inferno that has been rattling inside of him ever since he first felt the pressure behind him has smoothed over. Being this close to Shidou both excites and calms him greatly. It's dizzying, but he doesn't care to analyze it right now.
Dry ice and lava mix when their lips finally meet, melting into one another as they've done so many times before. Shidou takes the lead at first, nipping at his bottom lip and sucking on it until he opens his mouth to let his tongue in.
One of his hands finds its home on his hip and the other on his waist. A few marks still linger from the night before, and they sink in as they belong there. The thought of the man having his handprint tattooed or, even better, branded, has a deep groan rolling out of his mouth.
Their kiss is messy and loose, neither of them too keen on straying too far apart to breathe. Every one of Sae's exhales is Shidou's inhale as they morph into one.
Any other time and he would reprimand him for panting into his mouth like a dog, but he relishes the closeness for now.
"Like your sample?" Shidou pants when they pull back enough to speak, attempting to grind against his front.
"You taste awful," Sae says truthfully, remembering that the other man didn't brush his teeth yet.
The rude language does nothing to deter Shidou. If anything, he just comes back twice as strong, attempting to bite his lip hard enough to bleed.
To keep him under control, Sae rests one of his hands on his collarbone, right below his neck, and pushes him away. It's nothing more than a quick pressure to throw him off and get him to keep his teeth to himself. He doesn't need to have a busted lip for the rest of his working day.
"You're not a teething puppy," his tone comes out in a near sneer, "Behave."
Black pupils absorb almost all of the surrounding magenta as they stare into mint. His mouth hangs openly slightly and the blush on his face worsens like the pervert that he is. The front of his dress pants is likely ruined from Shidou's cock weeping against it in response to the rough treatment. Maybe he was better off being treated like a dog.
"How can I?" He practically purrs as one of his arms comes up to wrap around Sae's neck, pressing himself further into the loose hold around his throat, "You've been giving me treat after treat, after all. I want more."
It's the truth. Time after time Shidou ends up getting exactly what he wants despite not cooperating until the very end.
"Spoiled brat." Sae spits in annoyance at his flaw being pointed out.
"And whose fault is that?" Shidou's grin is near feral as he steals the win.
Underneath Sae, he is cast in the darkness of his figure, the morning light beating down on his back and stopping there. Brown contrasts with the black of his pants and the white of his shirt, shadowed from the rest of the world's watching eyes. This is a dessert meant for him and him alone to partake in.
Here he stands, dressed and proper, tainted by the demon who lies in wait in his bed; a succubus always ready to lunge.
Of course, Shidou takes notice of the disparity in their clothing and points it out with a smirk. "Say, I'm feeling a bit shy. You're all dolled up and I'm bare like some cheap whore."
Fingers begin to fidget with the cloth around his neck, tugging on his tie lightly as if it was some kind of collar. Simultaneously, he pushes himself forward against the hand at his throat, partially choking himself just so he can connect their lips again.
This time, Sae doesn't let him take control of the kiss. His hand travels up to Shidou's jaw to get a firm grip, squeezing the pads of his thumb and index finger against his cheeks to get his mouth to pop open. It's a quick and efficient way to get him to loosen up so he can do as he pleases.
A groan mixed with a whine leaves the man's mouth at the animalistic treatment and he laps it up without remorse. If he was going to tease, nip, and act as if he's never received any home training, he was going to be treated like it. He wasn't so nice as to take mercy on someone who clearly didn't need or want it. Everything he craved he would have to earn.
Once Sae is certain that their lips are red and swollen from how hard they've kissed, they part.
"That's because you act like a cheap whore."
With a quick tug, his tie comes loose. Their eyes burn into one another in the deafening silence that results from the words.
"Now," Sae grabs the cloth and pulls it taunt as he looks down at him like an insignificant bug, "Roll over."
Shidou is quick to act, scrambling to shift his body into the desired position. An ice-cold gaze sears into him as he does as told and presents himself. Not an ounce of shame shows on his face at his eagerness.
"Is this how you want me?" The giddiness in his voice is apparent as he settles into place, "Face down ass up like the slut I am?"
Rather than grace him with an answer, Sae continues to carry out his plans. "Hands."
Confusion builds in Shidou's frame at the command. "Hands? What do you mean–"
Sae doesn't wait around for it to click. Instead, he lets go of his tie, grabs both of his hands at the wrist, and pulls them behind his back. It's a move reminiscent of the one Oliver pulled on him when they first met. Detained like a rabid animal.
Without losing momentum, he knots the cloth around his wrists to restrain them out of the way.
"There."
The single word rings throughout the room with a certain finality to it. Shidou doesn't move initially, still taking a moment to process the new position that he was in.
"Pervert~" He purrs when he collects his bearings and excitement begins to thrum through his veins at the turn of events, "Want to fuck me stupid but won't even let me touch you. This is exactly how I dreamed."
"You're disgusting," Sae spits as his hands move from his tied wrists to his skin, "You revel in being treated like a fleshlight, don't attempt to shift any of the blame on me."
"Oh, but who's the one who tied me up, hm? You're not completely innocent either." Shidou quips back just as fast, rocking his hips back a bit to grind against his cock and further prove his point.
"That's because you're a whore that needs to be restrained, or else you get too handsy. You brought this upon yourself." Before he can get too comfortable with the friction between them, Sae steps back and leaves the space empty.
This little game of justification and accusation was nothing more than that–a game. Both of them knew that they were equally as responsible for the sin that they so often fell into.
When Sae steps away from the bed and onto the side of it, his shoes clack softly against the floor. Sunlight still pours in from the window and the day continues unknowingly. Here, it is just them who matter.
In the last drawer of his dresser lies a bottle of lube. The bottle is citrus-scented like most of the products that he owns. Shidou always laughs whenever he sees it because of course, even his lube is on brand. It's his favorite, though.
Next to him, he watches as the other man tries to turn his head to see what he's doing.
"I'm not the one complaining. You can tie me up all you want if that's what you'd like, Sae-chan," his words are equal flirt and equal truth, "I can take it."
"I know you can," Sae hums low under his shoes clacking as he walks back into place, "I wouldn't waste my time on you if you couldn't."
Before Shidou can say something smart in response or, God forbid, tease him for his words, the bottle of lube opens with a click. Suddenly, the true atmosphere of the room has been revealed with that one, simple action.
A clear, cold substance leaves the cap of the bottle and leaks across Sae's fingers. "Spread your legs more."
Mint eyes catch the way that the body below him shivers. "Yes Sir~ You know, you could be a bit nicer–"
The press of the chilled lube against Shidou's hole shuts him up fast. His breath hitches in anticipation and need trembles throughout his frame. Like a string pulled taunt, it takes everything with him not to snap back and get the digits inside of him.
But, since Sae decided that he needed to give him a little reminder of who was in charge here, he didn't immediately breach him. Instead, his fingers began to circle his hole in an almost teasing manner. All of his worries about being late for or missing his meeting were gone. He was going to take his time taking what he wanted.
Pressing his nail lightly against the tanned skin, he brought his other hand up to cup one of his ass cheeks and pull it to the side so he could have a better view.
By then, Shidou was at his wit's end with the teasing.
"Sae-chan," the whine was long and drawn out as he clenched and unclenched his fists repeatedly, "Come onnnnnn. Just prep me already."
"No," his tone was flat as he dug another nail into his skin to see it sink in around it, "I told you that we were going to be doing things my way before we started. If you truly want, we could stop–"
"Fuck no! You better fuck me or else I'm gonna lose my goddamn mind," Shidou hissed at the mere prospect of them not continuing, arms and hips jerking in protest.
"Stay still and be quiet then," Sae moves his hand from squeezing his ass to his hip and clamps down on it.
As interesting as it was to watch the other squirm at the rapidly warming lube and the finger prodding at his hole, he decided to get started with his ministrations. The digit sank inside with little resistance.
While the sight was one that he had seen again and again, that didn't make it any less arousing. His cock jumped where it was still confined in his dress pants and he knew that he had to hurry this along. For his sanity.
Another finger began to prod at his rim soon after the first one got sated. "You're still loose from last night."
Shidou choked out a laugh at his observation, spreading his legs a little wider. "You can say that you fucked me good if you wanna, I won't judge."
"That's not what I meant," Sae got them both inside and began to thrust them in and out steadily, "And you know it."
"Do I?" His tone was a little breathless due to the digits in him opening him up, "Or are you gonna tell me like you said you would?"
Having his own words twisted in retaliation made his blood run just a bit hotter. Shidou never knew when to shut his mouth unless it was forced closed. Not even a gag could stop his teasing and playful nature. The next best thing would be to remove his ability to speak entirely by making him unable to focus on his shit-talking.
In retribution for the manipulation of his words, Sae decides to strike where it hurts.
With a twist of his fingers, he makes contact with his prostate. He has the location committed to memory from the many times he's been inside of him, so it takes no effort at all to press down on the sensitive spot.
"Does this explain it?"
The reaction is immediate. Shidou jerks forward with a loud moan before pressing backward to chase more friction. Behind him, his hands tighten uselessly, likely wanting to get lost in the sheets under him.
"Fuck!- you, Sae-chan..."
From the partial view Sae has of his face, he can catch the shaky curl of his lips when he speaks. It was almost entertaining to see him fight to keep his composure when he knew he was going to lose it in the end. Just another game that they played that had no real victor. No one lost but nothing was gained yet more fuel for their shared fire.
"That's not an answer," He circles his finger around the sensitive spot, almost as a warning.
"Ah, shit– I do know! Hurry up and get your dick in me already, I won't tear like some virgin." Shidou curses as his eyes narrow at him in his peripheral vision.
His fingers are directed away from his prostate, but they don't pull out or speed up.
A considering hum leaves him and he spreads his fingers fully to watch the way his hole stretches and then clenches. "You were just begging me to prep you. Now you want me to fuck you. Make up your mind, Demon."
Magenta burns into mint the best it can with the awkward angle. "You know damn well which one I want. I don't need to be handled like I'm glass and I know you don't want to handle me like that either."
Speaking for him was bold, but it wasn't untrue. Sae wanted nothing more than to sink into the tight heat of the man below him and let loose. Yet, the point that he had to prove came first.
After all, first and foremost, he was a man of his word. If he said they were doing this how he liked, then everything would be followed to the tee.
So, he pops up the cap of the lube yet again and pours some directly onto Shidou's puckered hole. The shiver that runs through him and the curse that leaves his lips are instantaneous, but he pays no mind to them. A third finger began to nudge at his rim while some of the lube slipped down. Once he gets this inside, he'll finally be ready to take him.
"Be patient. You know how to listen, now do it." Sae chides as he works on getting the third digit inside of him.
"Kinda hard to do when you've got three fingers in my ass, y'know?" His words come out in a small huff, signifying that's finally resigned himself to waiting for what he wants.
Eventually, the third finger slips in, and he starts to finger fuck him in earnest to get him to open up.
Shidou's mouth falls open in surprise and he clenches his hands into fists where they rest behind him. The urge to rock back onto the intrusion is strong, yet he keeps his hips grounded with the hand gripping one of them.
Sae watches the plunge with a surprising amount of attention. Prep wasn't one of his favorite parts of sex because he didn't derive much pleasure from it. He often went through it with a detached or methodical feeling because of it. As soon as the other was loose enough he would pop his fingers out and move right along.
There was something in particular about this specific position though. It allowed him to see everything while he not only fucked the man but also prepped him.
Simply put, the view of his ass was amazing.
If he wasn't using his free hand to grip his hip at the moment, Sae would be kneading the meat and muscle of his ass. Shidou always found his 'fetish' uncharacteristic of him and, therefore, funny. Although, that didn't stop it from being “unimaginably hot”, to quote his words.
When his fingers can leave and enter him without being met with any resistance, he decides that he's prepared enough. His fingers pull out of him with a low squelching sound that goes straight to both of their cocks.
Now that he's empty, Shidou tightens around nothing. "Are you finally gonna put your dick in me?"
Lip curling at the crude wording, Sae doesn't deny it when he begins to push down his pants to fish out his cock. "Not if you keep talking like that."
Both of them knew that the threat was empty; they were too far gone to turn back now. It was already sealed that he would be missing his meeting. Pulling out would only leave them disappointed and unsatisfied.
Still, Shidou shut his mouth for once and went along with it.
Applying the cold lube to himself had him shivering and grumbling under his breath. Sometimes, he would use a condom just so cleanup was easier and there would be no complications. This time, he was simply too impatient to grab on and roll it on.
Anyone else would ask their partner if they were ready before they pushed inside. Sae didn't.
Instead, he silently squeezed his hip to tell him he was about to move forward before he aligned his cock with his hole. When Shidou didn't say anything in protest, he pressed the tip against his rim. With how vocal he had been about his enthusiasm, he was almost certain that he would take his precaution as an insult. All he wanted was to be fucked stupid.
And Sae will deliver.
A curse fell from his lips when he began to push forward and his head breached him. The sudden tightness and temperature change always took him a moment to get used to.
Below him, Shidou was biting what he could see of his lip in an attempt to restrain himself. He could practically feel the energy thrumming under his skin, desperate to be let out. Underneath his was the same, bubbling over in anticipation.
Thankfully, due to his prepping, he's met with little opposition as he continues to press in. Much like when he first came in contact with the man this morning, something in him calms. At the same time, all of the storms inside of him have raised in their magnitude. It's enough to make him disoriented from the feeling of lust and want seeping into his veins.
"...You can't be average in anything, can you, Prodigy-chan?"
The words are grit out between his teeth and lip once he gets fully settled. His hand holds his hip hard enough to refresh the previous mark that rests there.
What Shidou was referring to was clear with context. If Sae was the next guy, he would have blushed at the backward compliment. After all, most people took pride in their dick size. He was not one of those people.
"You've taken it before, you can take it ag–"
Before he could finish his sentence, his phone began to ring.
It was placed not too far from him on the edge of the bed when he was getting ready to leave. The phone was flipped over, so he couldn't see who the caller was, but he was pretty sure that it was his manager asking where he was.
"Hang up on whoever that is," Shidou snarled from his awkward position, unable to see exactly where the device was, "You just got your dick in me. I'll break this stupid tie and ride you if you even think about leaving to answer that shit."
As appealing as that promise was, Sae didn't plan on taking him up on that offer. He moved his hand from his hip, picked up the phone without a word, and brought it to his ear.
"Hello," his voice was flat and toneless, "What do you want."
There was silence both on the line and in person.
"W-where are you, Itoshi-san?! Your driver has been waiting outside your apartment for you–" The man sounded panicked and slightly nervous, scared of overstepping his boundaries with the younger.
Shidou's eyes widened when he realized what game he was going to be playing. "Oh~ You really are a grade-A pervert, Sae-chan!"
Sae frowns at him speaking up and uses his free hand to reach down and tug his hair back, resulting in a deep groan. It was a warning to behave.
"I'm busy. Tell the driver to leave."
Through his unsettlement, the man on the line misses the background chatter. "Just- leave? What about your meeting?! You were supposed to be meeting with the J-"
"I'm. Busy."
Each word is punctuated with a roll of his hips and any smart thing that Shidou was about to say fell from his lips in a breathy moan. Sae was going to finish what he started first before he rushed out to go to some meeting he didn't even want to attend in the first place.
This time, the man does hear the traces of what's going on in the background and he pauses. It doesn't take long for him to piece together what's happening on the other line. His reaction is immediate.
"Oh! O-oh, I'm so sorry Itoshi-san! I'll reschedule the meeting right away!" Embarrassment coats his voice at his interruption, "Please be safe!"
All Sae does is roll his eyes and hang up the phone. Being treated like an inexperienced teen getting their dick wet for the first time was more annoying than anything. If his manager knew half of the things he got up to then he wouldn't feel the need to be saying such a thing.
"Shutting me up like that was rude, y'know," Shidou chimes in once the call has ended, a smirk on his face, "I just wanted to let your manager know exactly what you were doing. Or, more like who."
The phone bounces on the bed when he tosses it away.
"Yet you called me a pervert," Sae hums as his hand in his hair tightens slightly, "I could have gagged you, but I doubt that would have stopped your yapping."
Magenta eyes stare at him the best they can in the unusual position. Defiance and mischief dance about in those dilated pupils.
"Why don't you go ahead and test it out, Sae-chan?" Immediately following his words, his lips part, and his tongue lolls out his mouth.
His cock twitches at the imagery, and Sae can see the gleam of victory in his eyes. The urge to stuff his fingers in his throat to give him something to choke on overcomes him, but he fights it down. That's exactly what Shidou wants, to be treated like a dog and fucked like an animal. He refused to give in to his whims.
So, he lets go of his grip on his hair and instead eases his chest up to stuff a pillow under him. As much as he wants to teach him a lesson, he doesn't want his neck to hurt horribly after this. Especially considering they'll be back at it in a day's time.
"I think that this is more effective," Sae said when both of his hands come to grab a firm hold of him.
With that, he finally begins to thrust. It's a quick, practiced motion, honed to make Shidou come apart as efficiently as possible.
Any sense of shame leaves the man's body when Sae begins to move. "Fuck, finally, yes!~"
Telling him off for the noise would be futile, especially when he began to make some himself. Small groans began to slip past his lips as he rocked his body forward, but it was all overshadowed by the moans from below. He skipped finding a steady pace and just got straight to it because of how pent-up he was.
Like he said before, if Shidou couldn't take it, then he'd have no place in his bed.
Sae fights the urge to worry his bottom lip between his lips. "Is this what you wanted from me? What you made me miss my meeting for, my little Demon?"
In reality, he wanted this just as much as the other man. Ever since he felt the pressure against his backside, he knew that he wasn't going to be making it out the door in time. That was perfectly fine with him.
But what Shidou wanted was to be blamed and spat on like he was nothing more than the demon he called him. So, he could play along and play his role well.
It was exciting to Sae too, after all.
"Yes," Shidou spoke in a moan as he met his thrust needily, "God, harder! You can do better than that, Sae-chan.~"
Even with his hole filled just like he asked, he still didn't know when to shut his mouth. Next time Sae would have to follow through on his word and gag him so all he can let out are muffled whines and moans.
With a click of his teeth and a twitch of his cock at his taunt, the angle of his hips changed to target the spot he pressed the pads of the fingers against earlier.
Shidou didn't try to hide his response to the shift in position. His back arched further and his mouth fell open in a silent scream. This time, Sae let out a moan in lieu of his silence at how he tightened around him.
Looking down provided him with a view that was sure to be seared into his memory. Tanned thighs flexed in time with his pale ones, and he could only watch with a sense of hunger pooling in his gut as his cock disappeared inside of him and then reappeared.
"Fuck," Sae mumbles under his breath, enticed by the sight as he speeds up, "Will you finally shut your mouth now?"
Uselessly, Shidou's hands scramble in their binds behind his back. Magenta eyes are blown wide in pleasure, with thick, black eyeliner smudging partially against the pillow.
A part of him regrets picking this position to take him apart in. Another thinks that it's perfect because of how deep inside him he feels. All of him loves it.
Dry ice and lava don't just mix this time; they clash. The resulting explosion dances across their skins in waves and rumbles deep within their guts. Fear of getting burned or frostbite has left him completely. If anything, he wants this to scar, to mark him forever so he can look back on it and revel in it over and over again.
Sae has never crowned himself as possessive. What was his was his. That's all there was to it.
But as he looks down at the way all of Shidou's muscles flex each time he pushes into him and presses against his prostate to get him to let out the most delicious sounds, he reconsiders.
He wants nothing more than for this sight to be for him and him alone. He wants nothing more than for this feeling to be shared between only them. He wants nothing more than for this to be the one thing to run through the other's head.
Such a burning feeling was intoxicating. It spread across his body like wildfire and consumed every thought that crossed his mind.
Sounds fall from his mouth in tune with the shouts of ecstasy that leave Shidou's, although more subdued. He wants more. He wants more.
"Sae–please!"
In a flash, he pulled out and flipped the other man onto his back so he could see him fully. Never does he normally manhandle him so in bed, much preferring to use his words, but his want was too much.
Before Shidou can continue his pleas, their lips meet in a desperate kiss. Tasting him brings some calm to his overwhelming desire, yet it's still not enough. He can't be satisfied until they truly melt into one.
Everything about the kiss is hot and wet as Sae runs his tongue across the seam of his lips to get them to part. Once they do, he delves inside his mouth and claims everything that he can.
Legs lock around his waist and remind him to push back inside before he can get too caught up in the kiss.
"Sae-chan, Sae-chan, Sae-chan!~ " Shidou babbles between their never-ending kisses, arms crushed behind his back, "Put your cock back in and fuck me again! I need to feel you inside–"
"So needy," Sae huffs in complaint as he does what he was told, stuffing the pillow under his hips now so he can move his legs to his shoulders instead, "Wait a moment, Demon."
Despite his words, his actions were also rushed. He was aching without the man wrapped around him, enveloping him in his tight heat.
Pushing in for the second time was easier than the first. Sae slipped inside in one fell swoop since he was still slightly gaping from his earlier rough pace. Gloating about his dick was childish and below him as he said before, but there was a certain type of pride that filled him as he watched Shidou shutter at being filled.
Speaking of how he looked, he stopped to take a moment to observe the state he was in. One of his black-tipped eyes was smudged from the fiction against the sheets while the other was in just slightly better shape.
Brown skin was flushed with his arousal all over his cheeks and chest. The urge to suck marks into the places and watch the blood swell even further rose low in his chest. Biting wasn't exactly his thing, but Shidou would pull the marks off so well.
Small, short gasps fell from his parted lips as he regained his breath with long, blonde fluttering lashes covered lust-hooded eyes. Sae had invited a succubus into his bed with open arms.
He didn't regret a thing.
Of course, Shidou had to ruin the moment by bucking his hips and groaning loudly. "Come on! Hurry up, I was about to come just then before you flipped me."
Rolling his eyes, Sae bent forward a bit to further fold him in half so he could get a good angle to fuck him at. "You're lucky that I don't leave you like that."
A quick snap of his hips was all it took for the two of them to moan in unison. Just like that, he picked up where he left off with the new position. Now, he could see every minute reaction he had on his face.
Shidou's cat-like pupils dilated and his mouth slipped open to let all of his sounds escape. It was a view that not even a painting could compare to.
"Y-you wouldn't–"
Even though he has Sae's cock pressing against his prostate, he can't stop himself from being a tease.
Challenges like these from him aren't uncommon. If anything, Shidou proposes them like they're second nature. Being a brat must be in his blood.
"Really? Do you want me to test that?"
Pretending to pull out wasn't even an option with the way the legs on his waist locked to keep him from going anywhere. Magenta eyes glared into his mint ones as a warning not to try that again.
Sae let a slight smirk of accomplishment fall onto his lips. Words aren't needed to illustrate what he wants to say.
Cockiness is an unfamiliar look on him, but he knows that it's not a bad one due to the way Shidou tightens around him at the silent taunt.
Another drawn-out whine similar to the one from earlier in the morning leaves his lips. "You're so mean, Sae-chan!~"
It has the same effect as before, much to his dismay. The smirk that plays on Shidou’s lips in response is downright evil. Well, two can play that game.
Leaning forward even more, Sae ducked his head to latch onto his tan skin right above his collarbone.
"Huh?!" Shidou exclaimed at the teeth sinking into the space before it turned into a guttural moan. "Fuck– You're not playing fair!"
The combination of the cock continuing to ram him with the bend of his body making his own rub against his abs and the sucking on his neck was a lethal one. It was only a matter of time before he reached his peak again like this.
"I said," another mark that was going to bloom into a dark purple later on started to form, "That we were going to play by my rules. Not fairly."
Thighs flexing from the effort to maintain the position, Sae couldn't ignore the ever-budding heat in his gut. His former formal clothes were all disheveled now and were well on their way to getting stained. When they did, he wouldn't bat an eye at any questions he might face for it.
By now, Shidou was starting to lose a bit of his edge and get lost in the pleasure coursing through his body. He was always one for the dramatics and expressing himself to the fullest, so his actions reflected just that.
"Shit, Sae~ You're so deep, I can feel you in my stomach!~"
While he knew that it was an exaggeration, that didn't stop his reaction to it. His lip found its way between his teeth and he began to lose form in his thrusts.
"Stop yapping, Demon, you're right next to my ear."
If anything, that was only more fuel for him to make noise. The next moan was piercing and he had to pull back so that he wouldn't lose his hearing by the time he was thirty. Instinctively, one of his hands shot up from his hip to stop the noise and he ended up grabbing and squeezing his neck.
"I told you to– Fuck!" Any reprimand Sae was going to spit was choked out of him by the way Shidou clamped around him.
Only half a second passed before he realized why he had such a volatile reaction. Mint eyes caught onto his pale hand wrapped around his throat.
Testingly, his grip tightened and a garbled noise left the man's throat in response. "You're disgusting."
Shidou grinned.
Fingers pressed down on the sides of his neck so that Sae wouldn't mistakenly crush his windpipe. While he certainly has grabbed him by the neck before and he certainly has squeezed enough to bruise, it was only in warning and not prolonged.
Not that he was scared to, of course. His demon wouldn't break that easily.
Though, today wasn't the day that he was going to start. After one final squeeze, he pulls his hand back from Shidou's neck and traces the faint impression left there. Rewarding him with such pain wasn't his goal at the moment.
"Thought you were gonna teach me a lesson," he goads like it's his second nature when he has the breath to again, "Chicken out?~"
"Pipe down," Sae commands with a near frown on his face, "Dogs like you don't respond to punishment."
On that note, he delivers the exact opposite by pressing into Shidou.
As soon as his cock is pressing against his prostate again, all of his teasing nature is gone without any fanfare. The words on the tip of his tongue are placed with moans of his name that fill the bedroom of his apartment.
Sae does not care or wonder what his neighbors think about the noise they make. If they can hear every detail from the bed creaking to the loud curses to the small, breathy moans; he doesn't give a shit. They can file a complaint if they want to.
So when he hikes Shidou's legs up onto his shoulders and thrusts into him, he does so without care about what anyone else has to say about it.
All that he cares about is the heat that's building his gut and threatening to spill over any minute. All he cares about is the way that the other's cock weeps against his abs and his lips part in sounds of pleasure. All he cares about is the way that they come together and never stray too far apart.
Romantics are boring and useless. Sae would never reduce himself to one. What they are doing here is not making love, and it will never be.
What he and Shidou are doing is fucking in its purest form. Nothing more, nothing less.
"God, 'm gonna come! 'M gonna cum, 'm gonna cum, 'm gonn–"
The words leave the other man's lips in slurred lust and desire. His hips jerk erratically as he tries to keep up with Sae while he teeters on the edge of unraveling. Every inch of him is a mess in the wake of his pleasure.
His state is no different. It may not show in the expression on his face, lips parted and eyebrows furrowed minutely, but it does in his actions. Each string that has been pulled taunt from the start is about to snap.
"Not yet."
At his order, a loud groan rips through Shidou and leaves him trembling in its wake.
All of his words are rushed in a flurry of the want to release. "Please, Sae-chan! Please, fuck, please!~ "
No response is given to him. Sae's order has been delivered, and that's all that needs to be said.
Continuing to chase his own orgasm with each snap of his hips was what he did rather than listen to his pleas. He had disclaimed from the start that they were going to do as he said. That included letting him finish first for a change.
Strong, pale thighs began to quiver with effort the closer he got. Sweat didn't stain his skin, but the beginnings of it started to form in the dips and curves of his muscles. Shidou, in turn, was a mess in every sense of the word.
"Fuck," Sae finds himself mumbling under his breath, eyes trained on the sight below him, "Fuck, fuck fuck –"
For once, his apathy begins to fall away. One of his hands runs through his coral-colored hair and rouses it which only adds to his disheveled look.
"Inside," Shidou pants, desperate with the way it escapes his mouth in an endless stream, "Inside inside inside!"
Not that outside was an option in the first place. He wasn't even pulling out fully to thrust anymore; it was more of a dirty grind as he stayed as close as possible to him. Sae didn't care about the mess that would inventively taint his sheets or any aspect of cleanup.
His orgasm crashes over him with the intensity of the ocean. A loud, guttural moan leaves his chest as he rides it out with sharp, shaky snaps of his hips. It feels like all of the bottled-up fire and the storms inside of him are expelled with the actions and leave him near shivering in their wake.
Each rope inside of him unravels over a few seconds as he fucks into Shidou. Everything feels like it's making contact directly with his nerves and sending pleasure coursing through his body like electricity.
It feels fucking amazing.
Amidst the euphoric feeling, Sae registers the way that Shidou moans in unison with him at being filled with his cum. One of his eyes cracks open and watches as his orgasm ravishes him as well, just a few seconds after his.
Legs lock around him as the man arches his back as far as possible and his hands tighten into fists under him. Magenta eyes roll back before squeezing closed, contrasting the way his lips parted and some drool seeped from the corner. Cum splashes across his abdomen, stomach, and lower chest from where his cock twitches and spurts.
Just like that, everything returns to equilibrium. The only thing that fills the room is the sound of them catching their breath.
Sae, never one to start stagnant for long, begins to pull out soon after. "Get up, we have to shower."
Shidou whines and rolls his eyes at him rushing to clean up instead of basking in the moment. "Come on. You can at least pretend to be a bit romantic after you come in me."
"That's exactly why we need to shower." He turns his nose up at the invitation to stay in bed while soiled.
"Untie me before you start talking about all that boring stuff." His arms flex to show off the fact that he's still not free from the tie around his wrists.
In less than a minute, Shidou is free and rubbing the yellowish bruises that formed from the restraints. They're going to heal in a day or two's time, so he's not worried about it. Even if they didn't, he asked for them with his bratty behavior.
"You really filled me up," the snicker that follows his words brings Sae back to attention, "Sure you didn't need that too, Sae-chan?~"
Tan fingers spread his stretched hole wider to further show the cum slowly leaking out of him.
"You're the one who came onto me," tissues find their way into his hand to do a half-assed job at cleaning himself so he could pull up his pants, "If you're upset with the mess, that's on you, Demon."
With his hair tousled, clothes stained, and legs ever so slightly shaky, it was clear what he had been up to. Taking another shower in such a short span wasn't on his to-do list, but going out like this wasn't an option.
On the other hand, Shidou had no qualms about his presentation. Rapidly drying cum both on and inside of him, he lays on the bed without an ounce of care for his state.
"I'm not upset about it, quite the opposite," a predatory grin paints his face, "It's a treat. I'll take any more you'll give me."
To punctuate his words, one of his hands comes up to grab Sae's hand and tug him down into the bed with him. His body falls against the mattress with a surprising amount of grace and a cut-off exclamation leaves his lips. Thankfully, he doesn't land on top of him.
Mint eyes glare sharply at him for the action. Not a single ounce of remorse is present on his face. Right. What Shidou wants, he will somehow get, too.
"So insatiable, you horny demon," Sae scoffs at his words and actions but doesn’t sit up.
"That's not a no!~" Shidou sings happily, not letting go of his hand.
All he can do is sigh in resignation at the possibility of being late again.
"At least let us shower first."