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No, there isn't.

[ kogami murmurs as he parts his lips to invite his tongue in, openmouthed and shameless, drawing him in before he suckles briefly on his tongue, hands busy pushing jyuto's jacket off his shoulders, hands tracking over that lean, lithe frame.

jyuto isn't the only one hungering for touch, and he leans into the younger man's hands with an encouraging little moan, feeling those buttons loosen. he feels him break the kiss only to trail heated little kisses down his throat, his pulse leaping under the attention. ah, the desire that's only just managed to simmer down is spiking again.

oh, how he wants him. he's nuzzling against him, but tips his head back with a soft sigh, tugging his shirt loose to slide his hands up his back underneath the formal button-up. ]

Off. All of it.

[ Very well. Jyuto has no reason not to comply and he pulls away from Kogami, the stain of his saliva still on his skin. A little breathless from how hungry their kisses got, he needs both hands to efficiently disrobe himself of his shirt. Jyuto watches Kogami as he begins to undress himself like a present to be given. Starting with his tie, expensive fabric gives a high-pitched hiss when Jyuto sets it a side, draping it over the back of one of the chairs at the dining table. His shirt is unbuttoned from the top down, pale flesh exposed when the thin dress shirt falls down his shoulders. He tugs it free, top completely barren of clothing. ]

All of it? [ Kogami sure has an interesting idea of what counts as a slice of cake. Still, Jyuto's gloved hands explore his own body, delving his thumbs into the waist band of his pants and peeling it forward to display some hip bone to the other man. He watches him like he's daring him to indulge. ]

[ there's everything sexy about a man who's half-naked with gloves on, and who apparently has a talent for teasing him. see, when kogami said he wanted a slice of cake, he didn't say how big that slice is, did he?

gray eyes are hungrily tracking every inch of exposed skin, and he moves forward now, closing the distance between them -- jyuto is his gift, gorgeous and sensuous, and his fingers come to hook on his pants, taking him up on that dare to pull them down his hips, thighs, freeing his cock when the briefs go with his pants, too. he's smiling, slow and playful, and follows those pants until he's on his knees before him, coming to level with his cock as he reverently presses a soft kiss to the plump, rounded head. ]

You're taking too long. [ he murmurs playfully. ]

[ Jyuto purrs like a cat stretching after a good nap, content with this unexpected development. His gaze is a warmer one, following Kogami on his way down to service him. The kiss against sensitive pink skin makes Jyuto shudder pleasantly, and his hands move, raking through locks of black hair and pressing his hips forward, slowly but eagerly, closer to Kogami's face. ]

I'm glad. [ Because look what came of it. ] This is the dessert you wanted?
[ Jyuto slides his hand lower, cupping the side of Kogami's jaw so that he can lift his face and see his selfish intent for itself. ]
I think your appetite's been warped into something perverted.

[ oh. firm, he likes that. kogami looks up at him with hooded eyes, a small smile tugging at the side of his mouth as he makes it clear that he's reveling in that term -- pervert; jyuto says it like a fond caress.

his hands sliding up the back of those thighs, feeling smooth skin against his calloused palms, kogami murmurs: ]

Or maybe it's more refined. [ hmm, he's shifting now, moving to lick a long, deliberate stripe up the underside of his dick -- he's quite fond of jyuto's cock, really, the light musk, the little puff of pubes, his plump, full balls, and he's letting go of his thigh to gently push his shaft upwards, letting kogami really enjoy nosing at his balls. ]

Mmm. Maybe I'll settle for just some cream.

[ heh. ]

hnn,... [ Jyuto loves that Kogami can take his bullying, even play off of it. He likes perverts because he is one himself. His lips are lifted, and he hums behind his lips while Kogami runs his tongue up the shaft of his cock. After letting go of the other's face, Kogami's mouth and nose stir Jyuto's arousal, the easy touch gradually coaxing him erect.

The green irises of his eyes look down through his lashes, drinking in the sight of Kogami on his knees. Eager to please as ever, nuzzling into his scrotum like that. So ready to worship him. ]

Just a slice, remember. [ Jyuto breathes to Kogami. His fingers curl in layers of dark cowlicks, his gaze veering towards what he can see between Kogami's thighs. A cruel idea crosses him, and he steps out of his pants, kicking them back with his ankles. One hand leaves Kogami's hair to lazily swat at the hands on his thighs, and he points his socked toe, nudging it against where he knows Kogami's bulge is bound to develop in only a matter of time. ]

Don't eat with your hands. [ He'll turn this into a game. His brows quirk higher in sadistic amusement, running the ball of his foot against Kogami's crotch as they do. ] You can touch yourself, but I'm not letting you touch me until we've had dinner.

[ it's absolutely stunning, the extent of jyuto's open enjoyment of him, and the subsequent edge of his playful cruelty. it calls to all of his primal instincts, stirring up his desire. they're both perverts of the highest order, and kogami thrives on it, addicted to how good jyuto feels reacting to him.

he does this because he knows jyuto likes it -- and it pays off in the gleam of lovely green eyes. he's worshipping his cock openly, groaning softly as he feels his foot rub up against his clothed dick.

gray eyes filled with pleasure and more than eager to meet him halfway, he rubs up against him with a lazy smile. he's moving to kiss down his shaft, down and down onto the head of his dick to suckle just the head, tonguing him shamelessly to press up into the slit.

insolently, he asks: ]

What if I just use my tongue?

[ Jyuto likes the sound of Kogami's little groan, and it shows in his face when the sound inflects the air. He's absolutely feeding off of Kogami, who mutually seems to be feeding off of him, too— it's like a cycle that can't be broken. Christmas Eve was similar. Like everything they quipped or prompted only added fuel to the fire that Jyuto had assumed extinguishable in one lay. Here they are, days later, with their bodies still alight.

Such confidence, from that mouth. ]
It's fine. You wanted dessert, after all. [ Jyuto adds a little pressure to his foot, put off by the pants that obscure his view. ]

Kogami,... [ He starts this like a husband about to ask for the remote, ] Show me yourself more. I can't see it with your pants like that. [ Indicatively, he sweeps his foot over Kogami's fly. He leans his hips towards Kogami's head, dick sliding further into his mouth. ]

Mmmmnph.

[ jyuto feeds him his cock and kogami is all too greedy, lavishing his cock with every ounce of his attention saliva oozing onto his dick, his chin. it's obscene and shameless, and kogami obeys with another luxurious little moan, unzipping himself and coaxing out his own shaft, half-hard and still stiffening.

kogami's cock is still large even when not fully aroused, flushed dark with growing arousal. he's showing off to him, thighs spread and his cock between them, feeling the soft cotton of his socks and ah, fuck, he really likes it.

he likes how his foot feels against his own dick, greedily suckling more of him at the same time, taking him in up until his nose is buried in the fluff of his curls. he takes a deep breath, inhaling him, savouring jyuto's musky flavour, and he smiles.

they feed off each other, all right, kogami feeding off of him and adding fuel to the flames, and he sucks him deep, feeling him press up against the back of his throat.

come fuck his mouth, baby. ]

[ Kogami's complying with Jyuto's demands without question or repulsion, as turned on by the shift in power as he is. He can feel it swelling against the bottom of his foot, a swarthy length pushing into his sole. Jyuto revels in both the sound of Kogami's voice around him as well as the warmth of his mouth, his arousal sheathed completely to the base. The tip of his cock brushes the man's soft palate, though he's initially careful because he isn't so sure how much Kogami can take without gagging. He swings his hips in once, an experimental thrust. His hands steady Kogami head in his grip. ]

mmn? You're drooling all over yourself, Kogami. What a mess.
[ He relents and then crams it in hard again. His fingers tremble in Kogami's hair. It feels so good. He sighs hotly, before picking up a slow, rough rhythm. Amidst this, the foot that had teased Kogami's length finds the floor, scooting forward so that his ankle is still between Kogami's thighs and pressed against him, there for him to grind into if he should be so depraved. ]

[ ah, there he is -- that feral gleam in jyuto's eye, the way he so flawlessly takes control, fucking his mouth in smooth thrusts. kogami makes a soft little choking sound when he goes in harder, picking it up, but he forces himself to stay open and relaxed, smooth -- it takes some practice, but he does it just for him.

and look, kogami's putting on a show of his own, too, putting himself on display and openly leaning into just how messy and filthy he is. of course he's drooling all over himself -- who wouldn't, when it's jyuto's cock buried in his mouth?

he's sealing his mouth tighter around him with a louder moan, arching up to rub his cock shamelessly against his foot, grinding more intently into him as he takes his own pleasure. he's leaking pre-cum now, smearing it on him as his own way of marking territory -- after all, jyuto belongs to him, too. he's captured the man's full attention, he's not about to let him go.

kogami doesn't stop admiring jyuto, deepthroating him easily as he stays obediently in his grip. ah -- how surprising, maybe this wolf likes being leashed, just for a little while, after all.

[ That sweet tightness is practically wringing Jyuto's cock out. Once Kogami's been given enough time to acclimate to the sensation, Jyuto begins to pick up the pace, those balls Kogami had been nestling into ever so affectionately just moments before swinging and drumming against Kogami's now slobbery chin. They'll gratify each other. He looks at Kogami, wild and greedy, his bucking more and more aggressive. Visibly from the outside even, the his length can seen lodging itself deeper, nearing the rounded protrusion of Kogami's Adam's apple. Jyuto shudders with delight when that growing torrent, that promise of a coming climax pricks his skin. Not yet, though.

Jyuto slows his pace, retracting himself from Kogami's throat and back to the front of his mouth so he can breathe. And then, a meaner idea... ]

No more tongue. [ He pulls out, lets go of Kogami and begins to touch himself in front of him, one hand gripping himself by the barrel while the other twists at a perky nipple. He wonders if Kogami will allow it; let him finish himself off, and then catch his load with that probably lonely tongue of his. ] nnnmh,...

[ He's close, anyway. What's getting him off is that he's taking away something that Kogami so very desperately wants. The way his eyes dilate with disappointment and desire is far too erotic. ]

haaa...

[ that's really mean, jyuto. he blinks in surprise when jyuto pulls his dick out from his mouth; he misses the obscene way his balls slap against his chin, the musky, welcome scent of him, and he watches the way he fists his wet, slippery cock, messy with saliva and pre-cum.

he's jerking himself off where kogami can only watch, and from surprise comes that predicted disappointment and desire, the heat of his gaze only intensifying when he realises just what jyuto's doing. his companion is cat-like in his playfulness and easy cruelty, and kogami is enjoying every moment -- how he doesn't let kogami get just what he wants, and how skilled he is at increasing his appetite for more.

and so he gets up off his knees now, cock bobbing as he steps in close and slaps his hand away, reaching to grab jyuto's dick and squeezing the base of it hard, enough to push back his impending orgasm as he murmurs hotly in his ear. ]

I'm the only one allowed to make you cum. Not you.

I beg your pardon... [ Jyuto mutters, looking back up at him with open lips. He doesn't seem like he's disagreeing, just like he wants Kogami to say it again. He shifts his naked body against Kogami's frame and rubs the crease of his ass against Kogami's cock, succumbing to the grip around his circumference with a pent up whine. He'd been so close to coming, and like this, he can't. Jyuto's heat throbs in Kogami's grip, the climax that had tried to bubble to the surface held down and aching. It isn't often he's directly tested this way.

His hands find Kogami's wrists, pushing them like he's trying to pry himself out of his arms— except that he's feigning it. Escape isn't what he wants, it's punishment. ]

[ kogami has learned to read him ever since their last encounter -- he knows jyuto has a taste for pain and pleasure both, for punishment to be creatively applied, and he smiles against his ear when he hears him whine.

he can see it, the way jyuto looks at him, inviting more punishment instead of denying it, and his hand clamps down still, ignoring the way he's trying to push him off.

instead, he's backing him up against the dining table, hitching jyuto up against it so he's sitting, bare-assed, on his table right beside the pizza, hand like a vise around his dick, still.

kogami's next words are dangerous, so much like silk. ]

Did you not hear me? Should I tattoo it onto your body?

[ Jyuto steadies himself on the table with his hand, almost knocking the paper bag with his gifts and Kogami's camera from the surface as he does. It's unlike him to be clumsy, but he's caught up in Kogami's display of power, more than aroused by how he turns the tables and takes the control back with such resistance. It reminds him of the time before they'd become so caught up in whatever they are, when Kogami had caught his wrist in his hand and kissed his knuckles beneath some mistletoe.

I'm the only one allowed to make you come, he said.
So hot, he could spill. Jyuto shifts his thighs together, pushing up into Kogami's hand in desperation. He pants and whines again, rolling his hips in lewd way— an underhanded, slutty but sad attempt to seduce Kogami into submission. Without the friction, he's still on the edge of almost orgasm, the sensation so powerful that he feels his eyes starting to sting. ]

I heard you. [ He swallows, the prominence of his Adam's apple sinking. A pause. What he says next isn't in the mysterious Prismatican language that the moonblessed speak to each other by default, but in their native tongue's humble form of kenjougo. Though the language he uses implies acknowledgement of his powerlessness, he isn't actually broken in, just aware of how pointedly attracted he is to Kogami as a whole. Jyuto openly welcomes the role that Kogami wants to play, inviting him to continue. His eyes are still like daggers, as they tend to be. ]

My sincerest apologies. Please, do with my body as you like.

Edited 2020-01-25 13:49 (UTC)

[ kogami's more accustomed to taking people by surprise -- it's exhilarating, forcing the switch from dominance to submission, especially in jyuto, where it's clear that the younger man has a taste for the former. kogami can't blame him; jyuto's entirely delectable when he takes charge, sinfully provocative words from those plush, lovely lips.

but he enjoys this, too, when kogami takes the reins of control over their play and turns the tables. it's an exquisite dance that they play together, in lockstep with each other in the most intimate way. he's intoxicated by how jyuto capitulates, giving permission rather than folding immediately into him. no, things with jyuto are always different; new, and when he makes the deliberate choice for humility, a potent spike of arousal practically overwhelms him.

fuck.

the look in jyuto's eyes tells him that he knows exactly what it's doing to him, how it enthralls him to have such a strong, powerful man seemingly at his mercy. he advances, rough hands sliding up pale, pale thighs to keep them spread so he can watch jyuto's fat, full cock bob, leaking with pre-cum as his orgasm's denied. his mouth finds his adam's apple now, kissing his way down his clavicle before his hand comes up to push him to lie on that table.

he's letting go of him to move away now, hitching him up higher so that he could be right on that table fully, kogami deftly removing the bag with his gifts and the camera. ]

Good. I think I'll take the whole cake, after all. [ kogami murmurs as he reaches down for the emergency small tube of lubricant he's taken to carrying. ] Legs up on the table, too. Feet planted and spread wide. Let me see you.

[ Jyuto lies back when pushed, eyes unable to leave Kogami for even a moment. He sucks his belly in to keep himself from coming when Kogami finally sets his arousal free from his clutch, legs butterflying apart on his command. His length is flushed and twitching, precum seeping down his scrotum and catching in his taint. The tight rim of his asshole is pouched between his butt cheeks, only seen when Kogami hoists him up and forward more. His cat-like eyes are lit up and enthused. ]

Yes, I understand.

[ Jyuto knows what's coming, and he's looking forward to it. He does what he's told, pretending that he's reluctant and reserved. Though he isn't at all bothered by being so blatantly objectified while on display, he continues feigning like he is by covering his mouth with the back of his wrist— a twisted take on something untainted and fresh, something to be devoured whole. This is the role he plays, though the perfect calculated, coquettish grin Kogami may catch glimpse of betrays him. ]

Help yourself to as many servings as you may, in that case. Stir me up and use me to satisfy your every need.
[ He's pushing the envelope, mapping out just how far Kogami might let him take this. His socked feet slide on the table, toes flexing visibly inside them with excitement. Two pools of green are focused in on the long, thick cock between Kogami's legs, eager for it to fill him up and stretch him thin. ]

[ jyuto is ultimately captivating when he lies back on the table, exposing himself so luridly that he can't help but admire him in his full glory, from slender legs to the set of his heavy balls, his flushed cock so plump and leaking, dripping down to his table.

he's never going to see his dining table the same way again. the servitude in his words are carefully employed for maximum impact, kogami knows, and he moves around now, snagging both his wrists and snatching up jyuto's tie. it's just as well that there are dining chairs, and he's pulling it out further, looping the silk of that tie around his wrists and looping it to the chair's metal twinings. he loves seeing that grin in its full glory, you see. ]

I plan to do that very thoroughly, Jyuto.

[ he drinks him in, a masterpiece -- jyuto is as perfect as they come, with a unique ability to rouse the beast in him, and the idea of him still wearing socks is endearing, too. he's coming around back now, reaching for the camera. it's easy enough to work it, and he steps back just a little, enough to get all of him in the frame. front and centre is his cock and balls and his spread legs, together with his pretty face. ]

Do you want to see what you look like?

[ An earnest flicker of shyness comes to him after Kogami secures his wrists above his head. Without his hands, he's lost a lot of control over what's going to happen, and though he feels like he might come just from Kogami making him promises, the vulnerability thrust upon him makes him sincerely reluctant. He watches Kogami steadily, his eyes less dangerous, with dilating pupils that see someone in their mirror. Jyuto hesitates to speak, twisting his bare frame to see just how much he can move his arms. The legs of the chairs groan, and lurch a bit, but like this, he's left suspended and out to consume. ]

ah—, [ God, he might come. The camera lens that stares back at him is round and wide like a pie, a voyeur that observes Jyuto's exposed state in its apathy, just a tool in Kogami's hand. With anyone else holding the camera, Jyuto might find the idea revolting. He being who he is, he knows that photography and recordings are the best of the best when it comes to twisting arms. If Kogami were to decide he hated him someday, he could very easily use this to burn Jyuto's life in his hands. ]

Kogami...
[ He says it breathily, tucking his ear against his shoulder while he looks down at the man behind the camera.

His heart trembles.
Jyuto closes his eyes, and swallows down his reflexive cynicism.

Then, ever so slowly, he opens them again and gazes into the lens with parted lips. His legs shift, knees buckling once and then splaying out into their former, revealing spread. Jyuto carefully lifts his hips off of the table, displaying his asshole to the camera. ]

Edited 2020-01-26 14:06 (UTC)

[ kogami catches the shyness, the way he opens up to him when he's tied down, giving up control -- precious as anything -- he understands the weight of jyuto's permission, the importance of this moment. he's vulnerable in every possible way, and kogami softens just a little to lean forward to press a soft kiss to his mouth.

reassuring; he will never hurt him or shame him. he will take all these precious gifts for himself, this fragile trust he has in his hands, and keep it -- and him, safe.

when he spreads his legs for him and the camera, kogami swallows hard. he's on the other side of the lenses, but this? this is art, this is everything that kogami realises he's desired. a beautiful man looking right at him, thighs spreading to show him the most private side of himself.

the camera clicks, and slowly, the polaroid eases out, but kogami isn't looking at it. he's setting the camera aside so the image can come into existence on the white square, but he's already leaning forward to press reverent kisses down the white of his thigh, down and down, before he's nuzzling against his scrotum, pressing his tongue to his taint to tease briefly.

when the image comes up, however, he pulls away from his fleeting attentions to the polaroid, smiling. look how beautifully it's turned out -- and he flips it to show jyuto, smiling. ]

This is what I get to see of you. You're stunning, Jyuto.

[ The taste of Kogami's tobacco lingers on his tongue when their kiss is broken. He'll remember the flavor forever, he thinks. An intimate click of the camera. Kogami's mouth traces his skin Jyuto watching as he unravels him a further. All he can do with his hands bound is lift his body into the teasing, encouraging Kogami to keep spoiling him. Saying nothing at first, he lets his eyes pass to the polaroid and the explicit image of himself that develops upon it. He's come to accept what's happening, his breaths even and careful. ]

Pervert. [ He says it affectionately. Outstretching his two long legs, he wraps them around Kogami's waist only to pull the other man close to himself in what he wants to be an embrace. He relaxes into his suspended arms. ] Shouldn't I get a party favor too? You can't honestly expect me to let you keep that picture without proper compensation, can you?

[ Ah, yes. His bite is coming back to him. Still, he can't help but smile when it's Kogami that he's talking to. ]

[ see, the thing is that kogami has a weakness, too -- and that weakness is right there in the way jyuto so gracefully wraps his legs around him, the chroma pulsing under his skin at the intimacy of such contact.

he's elegantly gorgeous, jyuto, and he draws flush against him, reaching up to tug the silk ribbon free from his wrists with a quiet sigh, arms winding around him to capture his mischievous mouth in a lavish, shameless, open-mouthed kiss. he takes his time to answer him, too, when his arms wind around that lean body and he braces him up against him, his cock heavy and resting against jyuto's hip. ]

Mmmm. What kind of compensation are you looking for?

[ ask him anything, and he'll give it. ]

[ Unbound, Jyuto lets his arms slip free, sliding them beneath the spaces beneath Kogami's strong arms and wrapping around the sculpt of his body. He gets lost in another kiss, drinking at the faint aftertaste of Kogami's cigarette again. That spongy tongue feels so good against his own. Whatever moment they just had with that camera has lowered Jyuto's walls— he's not so interested in continuing his roleplay anymore, but now more so fixated on how Kogami's made him feel every time they've been together until this point. ]

You didn't have me tied up for very long. [ Jyuto remarks easily, but he doesn't mind. He thinks it's cute that Kogami seems unable to resist the touch of his fingertips, lonely without it. ] I was thinking a photograph of my own. Not of me, but of you. [ He leans up, kisses and takes a little bite of Kogami's throat, nipping him where his shirts should cover if he happens to leave a mark. Jyuto suckles on the skin here momentarily, claiming the other man for himself before he draws away and says, ]

But now I'm starting to think that you should just fuck me, first.

[ this is exactly what he wants, for jyuto to wind his arms around him and lock him in his embrace -- he looks down at the beautiful face of the man who has him in his arms, the color on his cheeks, and he finds himself smiling briefly at that observation. ]

I wanted you to touch me. [ he admits, unable to resist the siren song of just how good jyuto feels, the way he sparks off chroma with his touch. it's addicting.

he's reaching for the lube he'd placed aside now, hissing softly where jyuto makes his mark as he pops the cap and lubes his fingers up, teasing his taint before circling around the rim of his hole. ]

Did you want a photo of me like this? About to fuck you?

[ because he's toying with that pucker of tight muscle only briefly, before he's grasping his own cock shamelessly, giving it a long, slow, stroke from root to tip, getting himself good and slick and entirely happy to let jyuto watch. ]

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