Chapter Text
Another Round of Trust Games
(BokuAka BDSM Oneshot)
By: ZeeRogue
Lately, Akaashi had been visiting hardware stores. He had tools for basic home improvement jobs, but since moving into a house together with Bokuto, Akaashi noticed how much more room there was, and how much better the supports in the house were. Together, they had rigged up a whole system in one room for little games whenever Bokuto had a long break from volleyball. Usually, Akaashi hid them with well placed paintings and hanging plants which never stayed alive very long when guests came over. Their friends knew, the less oblivious ones at least, but their parents thought they were just being cute homeowners.
Nothing Akaashi was currently doing was cute.
The ropes were rougher than Akaashi liked them to be, he noted as he pulled the last knot tight on Bokuto's arm. He preferred the colorful ropes from the sex shop, but they were expensive and Akaashi needed something less durable. Akaashi double checked that all knots were sturdy, but there were still weak points and stepped away to admire his work.
Bokuto was knelt on the floor with his hands behind his back. He was naked and bound in intricate rope patterns. Akaashi had studied each one over the course of a month to make sure they were the optimum design to enhance his man's body, following the lines of his muscles. Akaashi was particularly proud of the bra-like shape pushing up Bokuto's pectorals. He had wanted to add some below the belt, but that wasn't the best decision for tonight's play and Akaashi had worked hard for tonight.
Bokuto's golden eyes were still glazed from having Akaashi's mouth on his cock while they watched two movies back to back after lunch. Akaashi could taste the cum he's swallowed, but he knew that taste well. It wasn’t hard to imagine. Bokuto had cum a few times during the movie and Akaashi hadn't complained about it even though he’d continuously reminded Bokuto he shouldn’t. There would be a punishment. That morning, Akaashi had woken up to Bokuto staring at him and asked to be pleasured. He didn't often ask for that so the darling man Bokuto was all too eagerly performed. He had done such a thorough job that Akaashi almost fucked the day's plans away. Instead, once he had cum, he'd rushed off to plug himself up before Bokuto could beg to go further.
Those had both been signs to Bokuto that today was a play day. There would be punishment and reward.
Akaashi remembered the grin on Bokuto's face when he'd come back from 'relieving' himself after the movie to drink champagne with his man. He’d dressed in a translucent pink baby doll style lingerie set, cups low enough that his nipples peeked out. Bokuto had called him beautiful. Akaashi knew he meant it, he always meant it. They shared kisses as they drank their champagne then it was off to the playroom.
Akaashi said kneel. Bokuto did and stayed.
Now they were here.
“Bokuto-san, how do they feel?” Akaashi asked.
“Good. Kind of feels like a really good hug, but all over my body,” Bokuto answered.
Akaashi knelt back down and teased his fingers beneath some of the looser ropes. He leaned in and initiated a kiss. It was messy and distracting. Akaashi's hand moved down. He took a firm grip of Bokuto's cock and rubbed his thumb along the rubber cock ring he'd placed there. Bokuto moaned.
“That's so mean, Keiji,” the man whined.
Akaashi stroked him. “You came so much today already. I warmed it up so much, it should be nice and tired.”
Bokuto laughed. “I filled your mouth, it was dripping out.”
“I told you not to cum, but you did and now our couch has a stain.” Akaashi let his nails lightly drag on Bokuto's balls.
Bokuto shuddered and hissed. “So mean.”
“Not mean, you need to listen, Bokuto-san.”
Akaashi moved his hand back up. He teased the man's nipples, but resisted the urge to touch his lips to them. Bokuto never minded when Akaashi groped him randomly throughout the day. He said living together gave them that freedom. Akaashi traced Bokuto's neck and jaw next, his heart racing at just how attractive his man was. Finally, he came to Bokuto's lips. There was a glint in his eyes that Akaashi didn't catch until it was too late. He pulled his fingers away as Bokuto nipped at them.
“Bokuto-san!”
The man only leaned forward and playfully tried to bite at Akaashi again.
Akaashi's eyes narrowed. He pushed Bokuto back and stood.
“Keiji~ are you mad? Did I bite you too hard?”
“I'm not mad,” Akaashi said and went to a table where he had laid out items. “I told you what tonight's play was. If you're going to act like a wild animal then I will be treating you like one.”
Akaashi lifted a wired cage muzzle from a table set aside and walked back over to Bokuto. Bokuto frowned and whined as Akaashi put the muzzle over his head. He looked more like a wrongfully punished rambunctious dog than a wild beast, but Akaashi was confident that would change.
“Keiji~ why does this fit so well?” Bokuto asked.
“Of course it does. I have to make sure you won't bite while I punish you,” Akaashi said and pulled out a soft silk glove.
The moment Akaashi slid the glove onto his left hand, Bokuto sat up and looked alert. His gold eyes followed Akaashi's covered hand and he pressed his lips together.
“That's right, no words unless it's my name or to tell me to stop unless I ask you a direct question. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Keiji,” Bokut said, his voice dropping to a low rumble.
Akaashi grinned and patted Bokuto's head as he walked behind him. “You were such a good boy this morning, but then you came when I said not to. We need to work on how long you last. I'm going to tease you until you can't hold it back anymore. There's one thing you always want and you'll have to take it.”
Bokuto whined.
Yes, Akaashi knew well Bokuto didn't lose control often. He loved giving Akaashi control and Akaashi loved being depended on during play and outside of it. Bokuto almost never just took Akaashi even when he was so horny he would attach himself to Akaashi's hip. Akaashi always had to give him a sign and even then he treated Akaashi gently.
Akaashi didn't always want to be treated gently. He knew Bokuto's limits, but at this stage it was time Bokuto realized he knew Akaashi's too.
Akaashi picked up a crop from the table. He smacked it against his hand. The muscles off Bokuto's back flexed beneath the ropes as the sound. Akaashi licked his lips. His man was delicious. Akaashi approached. He lifted a leg and pressed his foot against Bokuto's back. Slowly, he began pushing him down.
“Down.”
Bokuto lowered with a grown. He glanced back at Akaashi. Akaashi still held his foot to Bokuto's back. He wiggled his toes beneath the ropes teasingly. From Bokuto's position, he could see up the short skirt of the lingerie where Akaashi still had an anal plug stretching him out. Bokuto’s cheeks flushed and he looked away.
“Embarrassed? But you want it. I know what it looks like when you see something you want, Bokuto-san,” Akaashi said.
Akaashi removed his foot and stepped back. He tapped the crop lightly to Bokuto's ass before bringing it back and letting it hit with a smack. Bokuto let out a moan and wriggled in his hunched over position.
“How many do you want?”
Bokuto didn't answer.
“I already know, but you want more.”
Akaashi smacked twice before resting. He lifted his foot again and let it rub against his man's toned ass, cooling down the abused area. He went three more smacks, alternating between cheeks. The next time he rested, Akaashi rubbed the crop down Bokuto's thighs before placing three more smacks against then that had his man keening. Akaashi placed the crop away and watched Bokuto's ass muscles as they contracted from the pain and pleasure. Akaashi leaned down and placed his gloved hand on the small of Bokuto's back. He lifted his other hand and gave Bokuto's ass two more slaps.
“Ah! K-Keiji!”
“See, you can take more now. How does it feel?”
“Good,” Bokuto answered.
“Do you want more attention, Bokuto-san?”
“Please, Keiji,” he begged.
It wasn't time yet. Akaashi looked at the set of toys he'd laid out. He thought about pushing a plug into Bokuto's hole, but stretching him out would take too long. Akaashi also was confident that his fingers, longer than Bokuto's, would reach Bokuto's prostate when Akaashi didn't want them to. He wanted Bokuto to be on the edge, but he didn't want him to cum. He had teased him and made him cum all day for that purpose.
Akaashi reached between Bokuto's legs and grabbed his balls. He fondled them delighted in the low rumbling whine Bokuto let out. He could hear Bokuto muttering to himself.
“Are you close? Does the ring hurt? You have to tell me if it's too tight. You're so thick, but you get even thicker when you're hard. It's hard to find the right size. Not that that's anything new. You had to get your suit tailored five times because it just wouldn’t fit you right.”
Akaashi chuckled and reached up with his gloved hand then stroked down Bokuto's back.
“It was because of your broad shoulders and thick chest.”
His hand moved down to Bokuto's ass and thighs. “And your butt and thighs. They probably didn't mind getting to touch such a man so much.”
“K-Keiji.”
“What is it? Did you like them touching you? I know you like the attention,” Akaashi said. “You like when all eyes are on you, when you're the center of the stadium. You're amazing, beautiful, powerful. I want you to feel how powerful, Bokuto-san. Even in here where the only eyes are mine.”
Akaashi suddenly pressed his hips against Bokuto's back. He slotted his dick between Bokuto's ass cheeks and began to hump. Bokuto jerked forward, but Akaashi reached out and grabbed his wrist where they were tied behind his back.
“Don't move. You're getting attention from me. Such intimate attention. You would let me put it in if I asked, you don't even have to be desperate for it. You wouldn't beg for it, though. No. You'll beg to put it in me, though, isn’t that right?”
“Yes.” But, Bokuto began to move his hips back against Akaashi.
Heat rose in Akaashi's chest and he moved faster. Occasionally, he felt the rim of Bokuto's hole, but that wasn't the goal. He was using Bokuto and the man loved it.
“Ha...ha...Bokuto-san, wouldn't you like...to do this to me...mmnh...?”
“Keiji~.” Bokuto pleaded.
“Bokuto-san, the plug feels like it'll slip out. You could slide right in. I could wear it around our house if you wanted. Do you think about that? Do you think about bending me over our shiny kitchen counters and pulling my pants down and slipping right in? Do you think about doing it right up against the door when we arrive home together? How about when you're watching the game? Do you want to just pull me down on your dick and yell at the screen while Kuroo's on the other line?”
“Keiji, please.”
Akaashi glanced at Bokuto's face hidden against the floor. His ears were red. Cute.
“Ah...I”m....ah.” Akaashi came across Bokuto's back. Some of it catching on the ropes. He slumped forward and chuckled. He hadn't realized he was pent up, too. It would be a few minutes before he was hard, but he wasn't quite done yet.
“Bokuto-san,” Akaashi said softly and curled himself along Bokuto's back.
Bokuto tried to hide himself more, but the muzzle didn't make it easy.
Akaashi touched his man's red ear with his gloved hand and whispered against it. “I'd let you.”
A rumble vibrated through Bokuto's body. Akaashi could feel it in his own. He could feel Bokuto's body tensing. He could feel him trying to hold himself back and he must be throbbing to have Akaashi now.
Just a little more.
Akaashi pulled himself away and stood back up.
“Look at me Bokuto-san,” Akaashi commanded.
Grumbling, Bokuto sat up and turned his head to look at Akaashi. His eyes were red and they held a glare when they looked at Akaashi. It made Akaashi shiver with delight.
“Bokuto-san, watch.”
Akaashi lifted the skirt of his lingerie and began stroking himself. With his gloved hand, he played with his nipples that poked out over the edge of the lingerie's cups. The fabric felt nice against them, but he knew what would feel nicer. Bokuto's jaw slackened while his body tensed. His muscles looked good when Bokuto looked like he was about to pounce. Akaashi licked his lips. He turned and lifted the back of the lingerie. He leaned forward and gave Bokuto a clear view of his ass as he removed the plug from inside. He grabbed his ass cheeks and spread them. Showing off his excited hole.
“Wouldn't you feel so good in here, Bokuto-san?” Akaashi teased. Outside of their play time, Akaashi didn't usually use such vulgar talk, at least no more than one line. Here there was an understanding that Bokuto wouldn't tease him. Akaashi was in charge and he could say what he wanted. “You want it, don't you? Every time you ask me for it, you're already dripping precum. Just a horny beast.”
Bokuto growled.
Akaashi grinned.
“Yes, you're a beast, but you're all tied up.” Akaashi lowered the skirt and turned back to Bokuto. “I think I might leave you like this, frustrated and tied up, muzzled. You have such beastly desires deep down inside. Like on the court.”
“Keiji.”
He was begging, but there was a warning growl to it.
Akaashi lifted his gloved hand in a calming motion. “You do need to be punished. I wonder if I've punished you enough.”
Bokuto looked almost defeated at that. Was Akaashi really going to make him wait here helpless to his commands? Punishment was part of the play and Akaashi had punished Bokuto similarly, but not after working Bokuto up this much.
“It would be very cruel of me, wouldn't it?” Akaashi said. “I have to train my beast properly, though.”
Akaashi walked past Bokuto and let his gloved hand stroke against Bokuto’s shoulder, tapping it twice. Akaashi only managed to walk two step in front of Bokuto before there was a loud growl and he was tackled to the floor.
Akaashi let out a yelp of surprise as he was wrestled down onto the floor of their playroom. He put up a miniscule fight as he was manhandled into a missionary position with Bokuto between his legs. His hips were lifted and then his ass parted as Bokuto's dick slid into him. Akaashi gasped, words of warning on his lips, but he didn't feel the cock ring. There would be a punishment later for taking that off without his permission, but for now, Akaashi enjoyed finally being filled.
Bokuto started to move and Akaashi took a moment to look up at the mess he'd made of his man. Bokuto was still covered in ropes, but some were frayed, the weak points Bokuto had used to physically break free. He still had his muzzle on and was staring down at Akaashi apologetic, but angry, and oh so lustful. He fucked into Akaashi hard, eventually getting the perfect angle against Akaashi's prostate to drive him crazy. Akaashi arched up and began to halfheartedly fight Bokuto off.
“You beast!” Akaashi screamed, but it ended with a laugh, he couldn't help it. He felt so good.
Bokuto was so powerful, but he rarely showed that to Akaashi. Akaashi wasn't weak himself and he liked being in charge, but he also liked this freedom. It felt like falling, scary and thrilling, but he knew Bokuto would catch him.
Bokuto grabbed one of Akaashi's hands and held it down against the floor. The force of the hold almost felt crushing even though Akaashi's hand was a bit longer. Akaashi quickly dug his other hand into Bokuto's hair before he could hold that one down, too. He tugged at the silver and black strands, but really he was sneaking his way to the muzzle still on Bokuto.
He wanted that mouth.
A firm grip and Akaashi was able to pull the muzzle free. His wrist was grabbed immediately and held down. Before Akaashi could aks for a kiss, he felt teeth sink into his shoulder.
“Bokuto-san!”
It hurt. It felt good. Akaashi's dick was hard again and his legs were shaking.
Bokuto kept moving. His mouth moved. He bit more. He sucked marks into Akaashi's chest. Akaashi could only squeeze down on Bokuto, suddenly feeling lost in ecstasy. Then Bokuto finally kissed him.
Akaashi bit into Bokuto's lip as he came. Bokuto hissed, but continued to kiss his face with sloppy effort as he moved inside Akaashi, not letting up. It was almost too much, but then Akaashi's felt the added wetness inside him and squeezed his thighs around Bokuto's hips.
“Keiji?”
Akaashi opened his eyes. He had to blink them a few times before he could focus on Bokuto hovering above him. He looked tired, but worried. Like a puppy that had done something wrong.
“I'm alright,” Akaashi assured. “Let my hands go.”
Bokuto eased up his hold and Akaashi slipped his hands free. He held them in front of his face and slipped the glove off his left hand throwing it god knows where. Then, he cupped his man's face and pressed his thumbs to Bokuto's bleeding lips.
Bokuto kissed them.
Done.
Bokuto continued to kiss them then moved his kisses all over Akaashi's face and neck.
“Koutorou, stop, are you alright?” Akaashi asked. “I bit your lip, I didn't mean to.”
“I don't care about that,” Bokuto said and buried his face against his bite mark on Akaashi's shoulder. He held him tight. “I did way worse to you.”
“No, you did exactly what I wanted. Did you not like it?”
Bokuto shook his head. “It's not that. You're right, I have beastly desires for you.”
“I know. I don't mind it,” Akaashi assured and petted his hands through his man's hair. “You're my beast after all, though you're mostly a gentle beast.”
“That can't be helped. I want to cherish you. I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Akaashi said and looked up at an end table by the door where light glinted off two gold rings they had taken off before starting. “I don't think you can cherish me anymore than you already have. I'm yours.”
Bokuto lifted his head and stared down at Akaashi. “You are, you're my Bokuto-san, now, too.”
Akaashi smiled up at Bokuto. “Bokuto Keiji.”
The name meant nothing. Akaashi just wanted to be Bokuto's man, his husband.