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“Who’s a good little puppy?” Chrollo asks with a small smile and a tilt of his head.
Hisoka sits on his heels on the ground in front of the raven-haired man, naked from head to toe as his hands rest on his own thighs. Well, not quite naked. There is the dark red collar around his neck.
“I am,” he replies rather coyly. His hair is down, almost covering his golden eyes, yet Chrollo can still see the hunger in them. The eagerness. He wants more, he craves more.
Chrollo tugs on his leash and Hisoka yelps when his hands slip onto the floor from his thighs. “What do good dogs call their owner, puppy?” Chrollo asks calmly, and Hisoka looks at him with just the slightest bit of annoyance.
His big, hard cock is a dead giveaway to his true feelings, though.
“...Master,” Hisoka says. Chrollo smirks.
“Good boy, that’s right. Now, roll over.”
Hisoka glances suspiciously at the wooden floor of their bedroom. The red curtains have been drawn, colouring the room dim and intimate.
The red-haired man looks back at Chrollo and asks: “Really?”
“Good puppies don’t question their masters,” the man points out, “unless they want to be punished.”
Hisoka swallows while Chrollo loosens his grip on the leash enough for the other man to get down on the ground and roll over onto his back. His chest is puffed out, pink nipples harder than ever, along with his cock that stands proudly against his toned stomach.
“Am I doing good, master?” Hisoka asks from the floor, and Chrollo can’t help but chuckle a bit at his adorable puppy.
“Yes, you’re doing great. I think you deserve some belly rubs as a reward, don’t you think?”
“Mm, yes.”
Chrollo gets down from his chair to kneel next to Hisoka and place a hand on his cool, naked skin. The man shivers under him. “How do good puppies respond?” he asks quietly, and Hisoka appears to fight back the urge to roll his eyes.
“Please, rub my belly, master,” he then pleads. “Scratch my tummy, please.”
Chrollo chuckles and starts petting Hisoka’s stomach, scratching him right under his navel and running his hand up and down. “You’re such a good boy for me, aren’t you? My little puppy.”
“Yes, master…” Hisoka’s dick twitches from Chrollo’s hand being so close yet so far. He exhales softly, relaxing under his owner’s touch. “May I thank you for being such a good owner?”
“Yes, of course.”
Hisoka sits up, muscles flexing as he does, and soon his tall and wide frame is towering over Chrollo as they sit, yet Chrollo has no doubt about who’s the one in control here. He’s proven right when Hisoka leans close and nuzzles his neck like an obedient dog, his warm breath on Chrollo’s skin.
“You’re such a good master… Letting me be your pet,” he murmurs, grabbing the raven-haired man’s hand to bring it up to his face. He meets Chrollo’s eyes when he licks a stripe up his pale palm. And, when the other man doesn’t resist, Hisoka continues licking his fingers, swirling his tongue around the digits until all Chrollo can feel is the cool air on the saliva-soaked skin.
“Mm, good boy,” Chrollo whispers, something notable tightening inside his slacks.
Hisoka lathers the man’s fingers in his drool, red lips rubbing against the skin as he nearly sucks Chrollo’s fingertips. “Thank you, master… May I make another request?” he asks, eyes half-lidded.
“You’ve been such a good puppy, I don’t see why not.”
“I want you to pet me,” Hisoka licks another stripe, “and scratch me,” another lick, “all over. I want you to make me yours, master.”
Chrollo laughs softly, guiding Hisoka’s head back in the crook of his neck as his hand explores Hisoka’s own nape, his nails gently scratching the sensitive skin right under the collar. Hisoka’s cock twitches once more, already dripping precum onto Chrollo’s pants, being halfway on the man’s lap and all.
“Thank you, master…” Hisoka whispers, nuzzling Chrollo’s neck.
The raven-haired man’s hands find Hisoka’s arms, the small of his back, his thighs; scratching and petting him everywhere except the one place where Hisoka needs him the most. It’s huge, pink and throbbing, standing up so prettily.
“That hits the spot,” Hisoka whines when Chrollo scratches right over the red hairs beneath his navel, trying to buck his hips up for some contact. “If only I had a tail I could wag… It feels so good, master.”
“Mm,” Chrollo smirks, pressing his pointer finger against the red tip of Hisoka’s cock so that his puppy gasps and twitches, “something is wagging, for sure.”
“Ah, I—” Hisoka swallows, desperate not to break character. “I can’t help it, master. Your scratches feel so good… Don’t ever stop. I want to be your pet forever.”
Chrollo’s getting rather uncomfortable in his tight slacks, tip pressed against the zipper from the inside. But he’s not yet ready to draw the attention to himself when this moment is all about his obedient pet.
“I won’t stop, puppy,” he smiles, looking into Hisoka’s golden eyes. “You’re mine.”
Hisoka tries to grind against Chrollo’s single finger, but he pulls it back before the man can do so, leaving him whining and burying his head back in Chrollo’s neck. “Yes, I’m yours… Pet me more, master.”
Chrollo can’t possibly resist: he runs his hands down Hisoka’s thighs, massaging the inside of them. He leaves a soft kiss at the top of Hisoka’s head as he scratches his neck, his tummy and his scalp.
“Ah… Am I a good puppy, master?” Hisoka asks, his voice betraying him when Chrollo’s fingernails run over his head. He pushes against his hands, sighing from the contact.
“The best puppy. You’re all I could ask for,” Chrollo murmurs against the man’s hair. “Is there something you want, puppy? You can ask me, I’m a good master, after all.”
Hisoka pulls back, lips parted when he thinks about the question. “I want to… lick you more. And rub myself against you. Only if you scratch me, though,” he says.
“Of course.”
WIth a small smile, Hisoka leans forward to rub his face against the front of Chrollo’s shirt as if to mark it with his scent. He brings Chrollo’s hand up to his mouth to lick it, running his tongue over his knuckles and letting it slip between his fingers while Chrollo sighs.
The raven-haired man continues scratching Hisoka’s scalp as his hand gets licked, but he can’t take his attention away from the man’s erect cock, still standing and trembling, untouched.
His puppy did want him to scratch him.
“You’re such a good boy,” Chrollo muses as his hand falls down, palm pressed against Hisoka’s tip, getting sticky with his precum.
Hisoka gasps, his entire form shuddering from the sudden touch. Chrollo wraps his fingers around the head, gathering the slickness for some form of lubrication.
“Does it feel good?” he asks, nails softly scratching down Hisoka’s length until they reach the base of his cock where the red hairs curl.
“It feels perfect,” Hisoka whines. His head falls back, Adam’s apple bobbing as Chrollo starts stroking him gently, as if petting his dick. “Thank you, Chro— Thank you, master.”
“Anything for my little puppy. You’re such a good boy, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, I— All I want to do is be your personal puppy,” Hisoka groans, hips bucking up into Chrollo’s purposefully-loose grip. “Mm, it feels so good… Feels weird in my stomach…”
The raven-haired man smiles as he wraps his hand tightly around Hisoka’s cock. “Yeah? Are you close already?” He jerks him off with his thumb slipping over the tip every time his hand comes up, and Hisoka’s thighs are already trembling.
“Yeah… Feels nice… I’m gonna explode…”
Chrollo fastens his pace, his other hand coming back to Hisoka’s scalp to scratch him more, and the man moans loudly from the contact. “Do you want to explode, puppy?” Chrollo asks quietly when he brings his forehead to rest against Hisoka’s.
“Please, master, please,” the red-haired man begs, already panting and restlessly thrusting his hips up against Chrollo’s hand.
Chrollo is not a cruel owner. Some would say he’s very just. He tightens his grip and watches as Hisoka’s back arches, dick pulsing and mouth falling open when he comes. Seed spurts onto his stomach, muscles constricting in waves as he rolls his hips, moaning.
“...Fuck,” Hisoka mumbles, his head falling onto Chrollo’s shoulder.
“Good boy,” he praises, petting his hair once more and gently jerking him through the aftershocks.
It takes a moment for Chrollo to register the wetness on his neck. The licking sounds when Hisoka laps his way up to his jaw.
“Call me that again,” the redhead murmurs between wet licks and kisses. “I want to show my love for you, master. Can I?”
Chrollo leans back on his hands, chuckling gently when Hisoka climbs onto his lap, softening dick rubbing against the raven-haired man’s covered stomach as he licks his chin and the corner of his mouth.
“I can’t say no to you when you’re so good, pup,” Chrollo whispers. His cock is hard and twitching in his pants and his breathing is getting ragged.
Hisoka smirks right as he leaves a wet kiss over Chrollo’s lips. It quickly turns into more licking, leaving saliva all over the man’s mouth and the tip of his nose. Chrollo has to restrain himself from kissing back, from grabbing Hisoka’s face to exchange saliva. It should be him who’s on a leash, the way he wants to fuck up his little pup and mark him as his.
“Can I go lower?” Hisoka asks between licks, breathless. “I promise I’ll be good. Your good little puppy. I’ll do whatever you want me to.”
Chrollo gulps and throws back his head, an amused and turned-on laugh escaping his wet lips. “As you wish,” he says with his voice low. “I trust you, puppy.”
Hisoka grins and moves down to kiss and lick Chrollo’s sensitive throat, leaving the man shivering and gasping. His tongue is so soft and warm, Chrollo never wants it to leave him. He wants it all over him, everywhere.
Hisoka licks over Chrollo’s collarbone right under the collar of his shirt before looking up with pleading eyes. “Can I take your shirt off, master?” he asks. It’s unnatural to see him so submissive, yet Chrollo has never been more turned on.
He nods, and Hisoka’s warm hands slip under the hem of his shirt to pull it off. In the process, Chrollo briefly sees how hard the redhead’s cock is again, and so soon after coming, too.
Chrollo helps throw his shirt somewhere on the floor — it doesn’t matter where. What matters is that Hisoka leans down to suck on the skin on his chest, teeth gnawing at his pecs. The raven-haired man fears he’s far too gone to punish him for the use of teeth. He’s heaving, chest rising and lowering rapidly as Hisoka licks over one of his hardened nipples, lathering it in his spit.
“Mmm, fuck. Good boy,” is all Chrollo can force out while the electric sparks bounce around the inside of his chest before travelling to his cock.
“Master is so handsome… So built…” Hisoka mutters sweet nothings between licks, giving the same treatment to Chrollo’s other nipple and making sure to cover all of his naked torso in his spit. As if marking Chrollo as his when it was supposed to be the other way around.
Gently and carefully, Hisoka nudges the other man to lean back farther with his head, granting him access to Chrollo’s navel and the dark hairs leading under his slacks. Hisoka breathes heavily before leaning down, on his hands and knees to lap at his owner’s abdomen. His back arches when he goes lower, licking down Chrollo’s happy trail and looking up, the raven-haired only seeing golden slits of desire.
“I want to please you, master… Tell me, what do you want next?” Hisoka whispers.
“Ah… lower,” Chrollo pleads, hand playing in Hisoka’s red hair.
The man’s tongue plays right at the edge of Chrollo’s slacks, occasionally slipping under the fabric and making the raven-haired man’s hips buck up involuntarily, desperate for friction, for contact, for Hisoka.
“How low?” The man tilts his head innocently. Chrollo narrows his eyes. “Tell me, master. I’m all yours.”
“...Take my pants off, puppy.”
Hisoka grins, and the other man fears he might have won this round. He slides his tongue under Chrollo’s zipper to get it between his teeth and pull. The pressure moves over Chrollo’s dick and he can’t help but whimper from the bouts of pleasure that wash over him when the zipper goes down.
Hisoka’ teeth find the waistband of Chrollo’s boxers and grab at it. The task is difficult, but such a good puppy would never give up before he finally manages to pull them down enough for Chrollo’s cock to spring free, the tip wet and all of it hard.
“Now lick,” the man commands.
Hisoka obeys, flattening his tongue to run it over the tip and dip it in the slit to gather precum. Chrollo gasps and tightens his grip in his pet’s hair.
“Master tastes so good,” Hisoka praises before taking out his tongue and lapping his way up from the trimmed base hairs back to the tip without even using his hands that hold him up, resting on either side of Chrollo’s hips. “Am I doing good…?”
“Yes, keep going,” the other man forces out, gulping from the pleasure. He’s nearly on his elbows, gasping for breath with each lick and saliva-filled kiss that Hisoka leaves on his cock.
He keeps lapping at it, occasionally sucking on the tip until his drool is dripping down Chrollo’s length. He’s not even fully taking him in his mouth, yet Chrollo’s already on edge, his eyes drawing shut and his breathing growing shallow.
“Fuck, puppy,” he whimpers, tugging at Hisoka’s hair, “such a— Such a good boy for me.”
Chrollo’s dick twitches under Hisoka’s touch, fully covered in spit by now, yet Hisoka keeps giving him more. He’s licking at it like it’s milk, like he’s a starved dog, and Chrollo’s entire body starts shaking.
He whines out one more instruction before euphoria overtakes him:
“Good boys swallow, don’t they?”
Hisoka’s red lips wrap around Chrollo’s cock on command, sucking him deep right as the raven-haired man moans and spills inside his mouth, hips thrusting up from the ground while Hisoka holds him steady so he doesn’t choke.
And when Chrollo has emptied all of himself inside Hisoka’s pretty little mouth, the redhead pulls back, looks the man straight in the eye and swallows without a single drop gone to waste. Chrollo’s head falls back and he groans from both his release as well as the sight.
Hisoka’s leash was long forgotten about, but now Chrollo sees it slither on the floor when the redhead moves and roughly grabs Chrollo’s hips.
“What are you—”
“I think it’s about time I showed my master what a good dog I can be,” Hisoka smirks before dragging Chrollo up from the floor and easily tossing him over to their double bed, the man landing on his elbows and knees.
“This— isn’t what we agreed upon,” Chrollo notifies him as he climbs back up on his hands, about to look back at Hisoka only for the redhead to harshly press his head back down.
“I know, but you had your fun, so it’s only fair for me to have mine, too.”
The raven-haired man lets his head hang low, the bed dipping behind him and two rough hands settling on his ass, squeezing.
“But don’t worry,” Hisoka says, “I’m not cruel. I’ll give you this.”
Something leathery falls over Chrollo’s shoulder. The leash. He grabs it with one hand before bringing it back down to steady himself while Hisoka is already roughly tugging down his slacks and boxers until they’re below his knees.
Hisoka leans over Chrollo to rummage around the bedside drawer until he finds the lube. He returns behind him, uncapping the bottle and spreading Chrollo’s ass cheeks only to click his tongue at what he sees.
“Oh, master… You knew things would turn out like this, didn’t you?”
Of course he did. Letting Hisoka put something of his size inside him with no warning would’ve been a fatal mission, but that doesn’t make the man looking at Chrollo’s prepped hole any less embarrassing.
He doesn’t respond, instead just pushing his ass back against Hisoka’s erect cock and making the man groan.
He takes his time, though, lathering himself in lube while Chrollo waits in anticipation, his own dick already hard and hanging between his legs.
Finally Hisoka presses his cock against Chrollo’s hole, leans close and whispers: “I’m going to fuck you like a rabid dog, master.”
The raven-haired man glances over his shoulder just enough to see Hisoka’s grin. He smirks right back. “You better mean it, puppy.”
That’s all it takes for Hisoka to ram in and for Chrollo to gasp, his arms nearly giving out under him as he feels all of the redhead enter him. He’s in his ass, in his stomach, he’s everywhere, filling him to the brim.
“Fuck…” Chrollo tries to adjust, he really does, but his puppy is just so big that when he starts pulling back and thrusting back in, it’s like he keeps going deeper and deeper with each slam of his hips.
“You’re such a slut for your puppy, aren’t you?” Hisoka asks from behind him, thrusting back in with just a pathetic whimper escaping Chrollo. “Getting fucked like the bitch you are.”
He’s not ready to give up just yet, though. He sinks down onto his elbows, back arching and shaking when Hisoka enters once more, but he curls his fingers around the leash and tugs so that the redhead is yanked forward. His hips press tightly against Chrollo’s ass while he groans, the top of his head nearly touching the back of his owner’s.
Chrollo looks over his shoulder and smiles. “Show me how much of a bitch I really am.”
He feels Hisoka’s chest against his upper back when the man chuckles. And then he pulls almost completely out before ramming his cock right back in, splitting Chrollo open like a whore while the man just whines and moans from the sensation.
He’s so stretched out, so open for his pup. His eyes nearly roll back with every thrust, feeling Hisoka press against the inside of his stomach. He’s so full. He’s so full and he loves every feeling of pain and pleasure and Hisoka that he’s able to experience.
“Master is so tight,” Hisoka mumbles close to his ear, one hand on Chrollo’s hip and the other in his hair, tugging at it harshly so the raven-haired man can almost see Hisoka behind him. “Am I a good puppy now? Am I gonna make you cum, master?”
“That’s— Ah— We’ll see about that,” Chrollo moans, his dick slapping against his own stomach with each rough thrust, the bed creaking under them when they just had to buy a new one.
A strong hand wraps itself around the underside of Chrollo’s jaw, tilting his head back. “We will,” Hisoka promises as he fucks Chrollo to the mattress so that his arms fully give out and his chest falls against the mattress.
Hisoka won’t let his hand go from Chrollo’s jaw and throat, though — no, he leans down and bites the exposed skin of the man’s neck to suppress his own groans and grunts.
The pain goes so deep that Chrollo wonders if blood gushes out, but it feels so good that his mind is going hazy, eyes half-lidded and his brains fucked out. All he manages to do is tug on the leash more so that Hisoka can’t pull away from his neck, left to dig his knees into the mattress and desperately ram into the raven-haired man while gnawing and biting on his neck like a disobedient dog.
The slap of Hisoka’s hips against his ass, his teeth leaving deep marks on his skin, his hand taking his breath away… Chrollo’s going crazy. His cock hasn’t even been touched yet it’s on fire, shaking and leaking as all of the pleasure and pain builds up inside him.
His eyes water from difficulties to breathe, to comprehend anything but the fact that he feels so fucking good. He’s gasping and moaning, Hisoka’s teeth digging into his neck and shoulder.
“Pup— Puppy— I’m gonna—” he whimpers, breathless, and as a response Hisoka licks over the bite marks on his abused skin.
“Cum for me, master,” he whispers, nuzzling his neck, and Chrollo can’t do anything but obey.
The grip from his jaw disappears and his face falls against the mattress, muffling some but not nearly enough of his mewls and moans. His raised hips writhe against nothing while his cock spills all over the bedding, something wet landing on his thighs. His knees nearly slip down, but Hisoka keeps him in place and fucks him through his whines and through his orgasm.
Chrollo doesn’t know when he let go of the leash and started clawing at the sheets like a dog, but when he realizes it, Hisoka lets out one final long moan, gives him one last rough thrust, and comes inside him. Chrollo whines, tears in his eyes and hands fisting the bedding while Hisoka’s rams turn into rolls of his hips as if he was making sure all of his cum gets milked inside his owner.
The raven-haired man becomes empty when Hisoka pulls out, his hole clenching around nothing. His knees slide down the mattress as he slumps down against it, still catching his breath. Hisoka’s cum runs down his thighs, and Chrollo can barely manage to turn his aching neck towards his puppy who lies down next to him.
Hisoka’s covered in a layer of sweat, lips parted to catch his breath, collar still on. Chrollo smiles at him weakly.
“You sure showed me,” he mumbles, cheek pressed against the mattress.
“No… I fear you showed me,” Hisoka sighs while pulling a pillow under his head, and Chrollo raises an eyebrow.
“Showed you what…?”
The redhead shrugs, one hand coming up to massage the other man’s neck and shoulder. The skin burns and screams from all the biting. “That I’ll never get bored of you. That I’ll always want to be your pet,” Hisoka says.
Chrollo leans into the touch with a relaxed sigh. “And what a good pet you are,” he presses his lips softly against the back of Hisoka’s palm, “such a good boy.”
Hisoka smiles and leans in to actually, properly capture Chrollo’s lips for the first time that night. The raven-haired man eagerly kisses back, lips parting.
Their bodies press together, their heat molding into one shared warmth. Chrollo grabs Hisoka’s face and slips his tongue in, his other hand softly tugging at his leash to invite him closer.
A second round might not be too far away. At least Chrollo hopes that he will get some more use out of his pet before it gets too late.