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“Utsuki, what was the point of requesting that I decide upon rules for you to follow if you refuse to make the slightest attempt to actually follow them?” That’s good. He doesn’t usually get emotionally charged, accusatory language like refuse to make the slightest attempt out of Guy.
“Aren’t you supposed to make me follow them?” He replies brazenly.
“It would be nice if you lent me some amount of cooperation in achieving that.” Guy says, with increasingly visible consternation.
“What will you do if I don’t?” he says with a smirk, tilting his head. Finally, he sees something flash in Guy’s eyes.
That’s how he ends up facedown on the bed, legs spread, with Guy holding both his wrists behind his back, pinning him to the mattress. He could probably get out of this hold if he wanted to— Guy’s only using one hand to restrain both his wrists, which is as unviable in a real combat situation as it is hot— but he doesn’t want to. Guy is pounding into him at an angle that has him seeing stars with each rough thrust and he knows the speed and force being employed are going to leave him numb, but it’s impossible to care right now.
“…You enjoy this far too much for it to be any sort of punishment,” Guy’s voice says from above him, breathless with exertion but deep and level. Chikage muffles a moan in the bedspread in response, squirming not to try and get his arms free but to try and get some friction between his dick and the fabric. “Whatever am I going to do with you.”
“You seem much less contrarian with me than with Guy.” Azuma says conversationally. “Is there a reason for that?”
Chikage makes a wordless, noncommittal noise in reply.
“Mm, I guess it’s not exactly fair to ask you that right now, is it?” Azuma actually giggles.
He stops working the tip of the vibrator slowly back and forth across Chikage’s prostate and presses it in deep, up to the point just before the flared base where it narrows, designed to stay in on its own. Chikage makes another muffled, wordless noise into the sturdy silicone bit gag wedged between his teeth, squirming against his restraints at the sensation of the thick, buzzing length filling him to the brim.
“I wouldn’t say you always obey me right away,” Azuma continues thoughtfully, and though he can’t see what Azuma’s doing he can hear him unlocking his phone. That bodes… interestingly. “But you seem to at least understand the basic concept of rules. But I’ve noticed you tend to make it a real uphill battle for him.”
The whole time he’s speaking, the vibrator inside Chikage is slowly increasing in intensity, the volume going up and the pitch going down as it changes from a faint, steady buzz to a low, hard thrumming. He can’t keep himself from trying to squeeze his legs together, even knowing the spreader bar will hold them apart.
“Is it because I already like to push you to your limits without needing to be pushed myself? Or do you just like his punishments better than mine?” Azuma’s voice has become soft and breathy and dangerously sweet. Even if he could talk, he wouldn’t be able to think about how to respond right now. Azuma breaks into a light chuckle as he says, “Oh, don’t worry, I won’t be jealous or anything. I’m just wondering if maybe I spoil you too much. Should I hold out on you more?”
The vibrator transitions to an insistent throbbing pattern inside him, pulling him rapidly closer and closer to climax; his teeth sink into the gag with a muffled groan. Azuma’s been stringing him along for so long already, slowly working him to the state he’s in now, desperate for relief.
“…I do like spoiling you an awful lot, though,” Azuma purrs, straddling his waist, and even though it should be obvious he’s somehow not expecting Azuma to suddenly sink onto his achingly hard cock, tight, slick heat enveloping him all at once. Chikage moans openly around the gag, and Azuma lifts his hips again, the tightness of him stroking Chikage’s length, and he’s so close, release just barely out of his grasp. Azuma lets out a soft sigh above him as he repeats the motion, starting to fuck himself faster on Chikage’s dick until he finally, finally starts to reach—
Azuma stops.
He comes to rest with Chikage all the way inside him, pausing with one hand on Chikage’s stomach, apparently using the other and the app on his phone to pull the vibrator down to the faintest buzz. Chikage has just enough self-awareness left in his body to resent himself for whimpering.
Azuma sits straddling his hips for what feels like an hour, even if it’s probably only a few minutes. It’s torturous; the tight heat and the arousal of being conquered and tamed like this are enough to keep him hard, enough to make it difficult to bear. No matter how still Azuma sits there’s still some stimulation, tiny, slick movements around him, just enough to keep the need thrumming through his veins like fire. The vibrator barely feels like anything anymore, not after how high it was turned up earlier, but it’s still preventing his body from relaxing, keeping him desperate for more.
Distantly he registers the quiet tapping of Azuma’s thumbnail against his phone screen in a familiar non-rhythm, and what part of him is still able to think wonders, is he scrolling SNS right now? The thought of Azuma being so fundamentally unbothered as to casually browse inste to kill time while perched on his cock, making him slowly come apart, is hotter than Chikage would really like it to be.
It gives him lots of time to think, though, as much as he’s capable of it right now. He already knows the answer to Azuma’s question, though it’ll take a lot more than this to get him to admit it. He tries to provoke Guy to react because if he doesn’t, all Guy will do is oblige his request to be dominated. Guy lives inside a careful little brass shell that holds in everything that comes naturally to him and all Chikage wants to do, brutal and maybe inadvisable as it is, is take a screwdriver to it. He doesn’t do it with Azuma because that isn’t something Azuma needs.
Azuma doesn’t seem to need a whole lot from him, actually. He seems to dominate Chikage because he enjoys the experience, not because he’s fulfilling an emotional need; Actually, if there’s anything he gets out of it, it seems to be that he enjoys… taking care of Chikage, even though it wouldn’t really align with anyone else’s idea of taking care.
An image flashes through his mind, of the only time he’s seen Azuma and Guy together, when Azuma was also doing some kind of orgasm delay bullshit with him tied up on the bed while the two of them did it. He knew Guy was capable of being that gentle, but he didn’t think he’d ever see it himself. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever forget the image of Guy’s hands on Azuma’s hips, lips on Azuma’s neck, treating him with the adoration one would a deity and the care one would a delicate soap bubble.
That’s probably it, he thinks, in the corners of his mind that aren’t occupied with physical sensation and starvation and are leftover for thinking. Guy takes care of Azuma, Azuma takes care of him, and he, in his own kind of fucked up way, is trying to take care of Guy.
Finally, after a few more minutes that feel like hours, when he’s closer to breaking than he’s ever been in his life, he feels Azuma lean forward and unfasten the gag, gently working it out from between his still clenched teeth.
“Now, baby, tell me.” Azuma breathes softly from above him. “Why do you always make him discipline you?”
“What is this, an interrogation?” He manages thickly, even while his body is begging him to be good for once in his life so Azuma will reward him already. “I’ve never had this tactic used on me before.”
“Mmm… no,” Azuma says, lightly, then rubs his thumb across Chikage’s lower lip. “Open up again for me, darling?” He murmurs, and Chikage obeys almost out of habit. The gag is pressed back between his teeth and clipped back into place.
Azuma sits back again, clearly getting comfortable poised on Chikage’s cock while he turns the vibrator back up slightly. “Maybe ten more minutes will help you to remember back-talk is against the rules.” He says sweetly, his voice as light and soft and saccharine as cotton candy.