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Chuuya Nakahara. The renowned Demon Prodigy of the Port Mafia. The youngest executive in the organization.
In the mind of Osamu Dazai, one of the fierce red-haired man’s many subordinates, Chuuya wasn’t all that special. Sure, he was strong and all, but it wasn’t anything too out of the ordinary. Nakahara’s power certainly wasn’t worthy of the cacophony of praise he received every time he did something mildly notable.
For this reason, Dazai made it his sole mission to annoy the living hell out of his superior whenever he could. Even better was when his blatant acts of disrespect led him to be punished.
“Chuuuuya~” Dazai whines as his boss removes the blindfold covering his eyes, “What is all of this for?”
He pulls at the chains tightly wrapped around his wrists and frowns at the shorter man. This was far from the last time he had been restrained against his will because of something he’d done that upset Chuuya. But even though his current situation was one he’d been through many times, it wouldn’t stop him from annoying his superior even further. It was clear that Dazai’s supposed innocence of what he’d done meant he needed to be chained to a wall and succeeded in annoying the other man.
Chuuya balls his fists by his side, trembling as he fights his urge to hit the taller man in the jaw. In the end, though, he can compose himself enough to speak to his subordinate with authority.
“You know -exactly- what you did, Osamu…” he hisses, his eyes glowing a bright blue as a result of his anger.
Dazai rolls his eyes and smirks back at the other man, “Osamu?” he questions, “You only call me that when you’re -really- upset with me…To what do I owe the pleasure of this experience~?”
For a brief moment, the pure rage in Chuuya’s eyes is replaced by confusion and perhaps a little intrigue. However, the moment passes quickly, and when it does, the red-haired man is only more angry than before. Angry enough to remove a thin-bladed weapon from his pocket and flash an evil grin at his subordinate.
“You don’t actually want me to use this on you, do you?” Chuuya’s voice is nearly as cold as the icy glare in his eyes.
A moment later, his face twists into a knowing grin, and his eyes darken, “But knowing you, I bet you’d love it if I used this on you, wouldn’t you? You’re a freak. I bet you’ve gotten hard thinking of me hurting you before. Why else would you purposefully misbehave until I punish you?”
Chuuya tugs Dazai by the hair so he can hiss in his ear, “You are practically begging me to fuck you right here, aren’t you?”
Although Dazai’s cheeks are flushed a positively lovely shade of light pink, he doesn’t allow Chuuya’s claims to affect him. He couldn’t let the other man get the upper hand on him, after all. That would defeat the purpose of annoying his superior for fun.
So, instead of giving Chuuya any sort of response that he could’ve wanted, Dazai rolls his eyes and scoffs in his best interpretation of a man who is not already more than a little aroused by the thought of their superior having his way with him.
“I don’t know where you get those silly little ideas, chibi,” the taller man responds.
Dazai smirks. He knows Chuuya will be extremely annoyed that his subordinate is not responding to his crass remarks. So, in typical Dazai fashion, he decides to dig the hole a little deeper.
“Maybe -you’re- the one who wants -me-,” he ventures, “Considering you’re the one talking about fucking me, perhaps you can’t get the image of me naked out of your mind.”
The brown-haired man doesn’t even get the chance to bask in the pleasure of Chuuya’s embarrassed and flushed face before he feels an intense pressure around his neck that could’ve only come from the shorter man wrapping his hand around his subordinate’s throat.
“Want to try that again?” Chuuya asks, digging his leather-clad fingers further into Dazai’s neck.
It is nearly impossible to conceal the deep moan that the taller man wants to let out when his superior tightens his grip. Not only are Chuuya’s fingers digging into his neck and restricting his airflow, but the other man’s hand is also perfectly pressing the leather collar he made each of his subordinates wear deeper into Dazai’s throat.
The taller man experiences a rush of pleasure as his vision gets all fuzzy due to the lack of airflow. Of course, Dazai doesn’t want Chuuya to find out just how much he’s enjoying being thrown around, choked, and threatened, so he stifles his pleasure-filled sounds and manages to smirk at the other man.
“I said, maybe you’re the one that wants to fuck me!” the taller man responds cockily, albeit slightly breathless from having most of his oxygen depleted.
Chuuya remains just where he is for another few minutes, seemingly taking in Dazai’s words and weighing what he wants to do. The taller man shivers as he watches the other man’s icy blue eyes sparkle with mischief.
Only a moment later, the red-haired man retracts his hands from around the other man’s throat and instead reaches for the chains binding the taller man to the brick wall. Dazai is more than a little confused by why Chuuya was seemingly releasing him after promising to punish him, especially after he made such crass assumptions about the red-haired man’s intentions with him.
There is no way the shorter man doesn’t see the semi Dazai is nursing as he kneels before him to unlock the chains around his ankle. A particularly bold part of Dazai’s brain wants to make a comment about Chuuya looking good on his knees, but he decides against it on account that he’d like to -survive- this ordeal.
Once finished with all the chains, Chuuya calmly stands on his feet again and smirks at the taller man. He calmly places a hand on Dazai’s shoulder and stands on the tips of his toes a little so he is at the perfect level to whisper in the other man’s ear.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” as Chuuya speaks, Dazai can feel something cold against his throat. As he looks down, he is shocked to see that the red-haired man has pressed the blade of his knife against his throat, “You and I are going to leave this cell, and you’re going to march your pretty little ass upstairs. Then, we’re going to go to my office, and I’m going to fuck your brains out.”
Before Dazai can respond, Chuuya presses the blade a little further against the other man’s throat, just enough to slightly break the skin but not enough to draw blood.
“This is non-negotiable,” the red-haired man moves his head a little so that his hot breath was on Dazai’s neck, and a second later, he was whispering again, his fingers playing with the charm on the collar he’d given the taller man, “My little slut.”
As Dazai looks at the charm Chuuya is playing with and for the first time, he realizes that the word ‘slut’ has been carved into the metal on the back of the collar. Every one of Chuuya’s subordinates had the same phrase carved into the front of their collars, ‘Property of Nakahara Chuuya,’ but the other word was unique to only Dazai’s collar. It was a fact that caused the man to shudder a little. That and Chuuya’s plans for him were extremely hot.
“How long has that been there?” Dazai asks as he finds his feet moving closer to the door, knowing that Chuuya is following closely behind him.
He doesn’t expect to get a reply, but when a leather-clad hand tightens around his wrist, a sinister grin on the red-haired man’s face following soon after, Dazai knows that Chuuya will humour him with some sort of answer.
“From the very beginning,” the Port Mafia executive whispers as he tugs Dazai up the metal staircase leading from the holding cells to his office, “From the moment you joined the organization, I knew you would be my little slut. Your desire for me was never subtle.”
Several cocky responses pop to the front of Dazai’s mind, but they all get silenced with a single glance at the other man. Chuuya was ethereal when he was upset. It was the reason why the taller man was so obsessed with misbehaving. Having such a beautiful man wrap his hands around his throat was an experience that caused him to feel all weak in the knees. And when Chuuya was practically biting at his lip to keep himself from yelling at his subordinate, how could Dazai -not- get turned on?
Dazai flushes a little more as Chuuya finally drags him into his office. Something was inherently fascinating about having his superior so upset with him over something as trivial as disobeying him. Sure, the taller man had ensured that he’d done something quite dramatic to defy Chuuya, but that had only been to guarantee that the red-haired man would not hold back on his punishment.
Chuuya allows his office door to slam shut, and a second later, just as Dazai is about to open his mouth to say something stupid (as he often did), he shoves the taller man against the nearest wall and presses the sharp end of his blade against his throat again.
“Just what the fuck did you think you were doing?” the executive hisses, “You realize what disobeying me means for you, don’t you? Or is your head so high on cloud nine at the thought of me tossing you around that you forgot there were actual consequences to your actions?”
Dazai’s eyelashes flutter shut, and for a brief moment, he allows himself only to feel the pure thrill of Chuuya’s promise to destroy him. There would be plenty of time later to give the shorter man answers as to why he had willingly put himself in harm's way only to receive delectable punishments from his superior. Right now, the only thing on Dazai’s mind was how he could speed up time to get to the good part of Chuuya’s ‘punishment.’
When his subordinate doesn’t respond to his question, the red-haired executive scowls, grabs Dazai by the throat, and presses his blade deeper into his throat, just enough to slightly break the skin’s surface. This time, a slow stream of dark burgundy flows from the other man’s neck. Chuuya, deciding he wants to rile up his partner as much as possible, uses his tongue to gather most of the thick liquid and swallows it down without complaint.
Dazai’s nails dig into his superior’s back, pulling him closer as his scalding tongue maps a path along his throat. It becomes impossibly harder to contain his delightful moans as Chuuya slightly nips the skin around his neck. There was no question that the shorter man knew exactly how to get a rise out of his subordinate, almost as if he had done this before.
“When your superior asks you a question, it is common courtesy to answer, you know?” the red-haired man says with a smirk on his face as he wipes some of Dazai’s blood from his lips before tightly grabbing him by the throat again, “But I suppose I will have to re-train you, won’t I? Make you an even more loyal dog for me.”
In response, Dazai rolls his eyes, finding enough willpower to rechallenge the other man.
“And what makes you think you are so capable of making me your dog?” he asks with a glint of mischief in his eyes, “You can put a collar around my throat and bark out as many orders as you want at me, but that doesn’t mean I’m your dog.”
There is much more that he wants to say, but he is cut off by Chuuya pinning him to the wall with his hand around his throat, staring straight through his soul with his icy gaze.
“You won’t be saying that for much longer~” the red-haired man teases as he drags his teeth along the thicker veins on Dazai’s neck, “I don’t think you will be capable of saying much at all soon. Maybe my name, but not much else…”
Dazai’s knees buckle a little under the whispered words from his superior. He was also very quickly losing his self-control. With every passing second, his desire to submit to Chuuya increased. Fuck trying to tease the other man. The carnal -need- to get the other man’s cock inside him was taking over.
“Chuuya~” he whispers, slightly whining, “Please~”
He’s not even sure what he’s begging for at this moment.
The other man seems more than pleased that he had gotten Dazai this weak and needy for him. It was a picture he half-considered filming on his phone, but the device in question was on his desk across the room, which was much too far for Chuuya to travel when his favourite subordinate was on the verge of whoring himself out for him.
Chuuya’s fingers expertly loosen Dazai’s tie and wrench his hands behind his back, crossing his wrists before he twists the silk fabric around the skin he finds. The taller man doesn’t fight the action even slightly, almost melting into the other man’s affections, happy to be tied up and further at his superior’s mercy.
Once he’s satisfied with the tight knot he’d made in Dazai’s tie, and he’s sure his subordinate will be unable to break out of his bonds, Chuuya’s hands return to the taller man’s clothes, unbuttoning his shirt and exploring his chest with his hands, revelling in the barely contained soft gasps coming from Dazai.
Right when the other man seems comfortable in having his chest groped by Chuuya, he stops, reaching into his pocket and pulling Dazai away from the wall. The taller man doesn’t question what’s happening and allows his partner to push him facefirst on the office couch. A moment later, he feels a familiar softness on his face—more silk.
A blindfold.
The red-haired man places searing kisses up Dazai’s neck, delighting in how the other man quivers when he can’t tell what Chuuya will do next.
“Remember, this is a punishment,” the executive warns, “I am going to have my fun with you, but that doesn’t mean you will get to have fun.”
Dazai shivers again and melts further into the couch, ‘accidentally’ arching his back so his ass is high in the air, almost taunting Chuuya with what he wants. Sometimes, the other man’s attempts at seduction would be successful, but this was not one of those times. A sharp pain shoots through the taller man’s spine, and it takes him a few seconds to realize what has happened.
Chuuya had spanked him. Hard.
The shorter man digs his hands into the flesh of Dazai’s ass, purposefully pressing on the spot hit so the taller man would hiss in pain. As his subordinate wriggles and moans with a combination of pain and arousal, the executive nibbles on the corner of Dazai’s ear.
“Here’s how we’re going to start~” he whispers, his breath hot against the other man’s ear, “I am going to spank you until your ass is red, and then to make sure you feel the pain, you are going to try to get yourself off by rubbing on my thigh like the cheap whore you are. If you behave, I might take your pants off and play with your hole, but if you disappoint me, I will punish you more, do you understand?”
Chuuya gives Dazai a few seconds to respond, but when he doesn’t, he spanks his subordinate again and digs his nails into the other man’s ass.
“I asked if you understood,” the red-haired man hisses, “Respond, or I will leave you here.”
“Y-yes, I understand,” Dazai squeaks, trying to hide his flushed face.
The executive pulls the other man up by his hair and gives him another spank,
“Slut.”
Dazai’s eyes glaze over more with every iteration of that word, pulling him closer to the undeniable truth that he -wanted- to submit to Chuuya and allow his superior to use his body as he pleased. Though, the taller man’s unwavering spirit was quite the obstacle to fight against. Even when the red-haired man was solidly in control of the situation, the other man would find ways to gain a little power. It was an utterly invigorating dance the two had found themselves engaged in more than a couple of times. But it seemed that this time, Chuuya’s attempts to get his partner to submit to him were more successful than others.
With the latest hit to his ass, Dazai allows himself to go lax in Chuuya’s arms, closing his eyes and revelling in contrast between the sharp sting from his superior’s hand on him and the silk covering his eyes. He knows that somewhere in his lust-clouded mind, he must’ve made some sort of sound that indicated just how much he was enjoying what Chuuya was doing to him. Why else would the red-haired man massage his ass with deft fingers, applying pressure in all the right places while whispering such sinful things in his subordinate’s ear.
“You’re so responsive,” Chuuya mumbles against the side of Dazai’s neck mere seconds before his hand comes down on his ass again, perfectly striking where he had hit earlier and causing a slight whimper to fall from Dazai’s lips, “You’re nothing but a slut for me, aren’t you, Osamu~?”
Every fibre in the taller man’s body wanted to fight the accusations and continue to tease his partner. Still, Chuuya’s words had always been quite effective in getting Dazai to do precisely what he wanted. So, instead of some sharp-tongued remark to his superior, the bound and blindfolded man merely does his best to nod his head against the rough texture of Chuuya’s office couch.
“Nothing but your slut,” he murmurs in the most satisfied tone the red-haired man had ever heard.
Chuuya knew that getting Dazai to submit to him was quite easy. But still, each time he was presented with his uber-submissive partner teetering on the edge of losing most of his control over himself, the executive would feel blessed to bear witness to such a sight. As much as he pretended to despise the other man, there was only so long that claim could last, especially when Dazai looked so beautiful like this, tied up and awaiting whatever pleasure his superior would give him.
With another hit to his subordinate's ass, Chuuya sees a beautiful sight—a small stream of tears flowing from beneath the blindfold. Paired with the red-haired man’s innate knowledge of Dazai’s body and his every microexpression, the executive knows that the other man’s tears are from pure elation. Not a moment later, the taller man sniffles and whimpers, trying to move his ass further in Chuuya’s hands.
“Please…” the man’s voice already sounds so fucked-out, “More…”
As much as Chuuya wants to continue to tease the other man, he also knows that he can’t last long with such a submissive and willing partner beneath him practically begging to be destroyed.
The executive delivers a few more well-placed slaps to Dazai’s ass before he abruptly pulls the taller man to his feet by the collar around his neck and sits on his couch. Chuuya enjoys the sounds of the other man choking for a few seconds before he pulls Dazai on top of his lap. He knows that the man cannot see what’s going on, so Chuuya softly cups his face and whispers against his lips.
“Grind against my thigh~” he manages before he just -has- to kiss the man in his lap.
Their tongues tangle in a familiar dance for a few minutes before Chuuya pushes Dazai away from him with a hand in the center of his chest. He’s got more to say, after all.
“I want to see how desperate you are for my cock,” the red-haired man continues, “Rub yourself on me and prove you’re worthy of my attention~.”
Dazai shifts his hips without any hesitation, rubbing himself against Chuuya’s thigh with little shame. Immediately, a strangled moan falls from his lips. Not only is the sensation the most stimulation he has received since he and the other man started this encounter, but it also hurts from the spanking he had received. Dazai is utterly -obsessed- with the sharp pain that shoots through him each time he humps against his superior’s thigh, chasing a release he’s positive Chuuya won’t let him obtain quickly. He allows a few more debaucherous noises to escape his lips before the red-haired man crashes their lips together, shoving his tongue into Dazai’s mouth and curling his fingers around the man’s throat, delighting in the slight sound of shock.
The executive had always enjoyed just how easily he could make the taller man dance for him. Over the years, Chuuya had become a master in all the tiny gestures and words most effective in getting Dazai to submit to him. However, despite how easily he could have his subordinate at his mercy, Chuuya always preferred allowing his partner to fall into total submission on his own. It made the inevitable whiny, sex-obsessed Dazai the red-haired man adored tearing apart even more irresistible.
When Chuuya needs to breathe again, he breaks the heated makeout session, wraps his arms around Dazai’s waist and tightly squeezes his partner’s ass. The taller man’s cheeks are a lovely flushed shade, and he arches his back into the sudden touch from his partner.
“Chuuya!” the brown-haired man gasps, sounding out of breath as his hips continue to move against the red-haired man’s thigh.
Given this was far from the first time Chuuya had seen Dazai wanton and needy, it was easy for him to tell that his partner’s shriek indicated he was rapidly nearing an orgasm. A part of the executive’s brain is tempted to see the taller man fall apart, cumming in his pants after only being degraded and restrained. It would prove how much Dazai wanted him and how easily he could control the other man.
Chuuya grabs a fist full of his partner’s hair and wrenches his hair backward, digging his teeth into the flesh of Dazai’s neck and ensuring that he will leave purple marks for everyone to know that the man belongs to him. He slips two fingers beneath the leather of Dazai’s collar. He pulls the other man closer, smirking when he realizes that the taller man has wholly melted in his lap, allowing his superior to use and move him as he pleases. It’s something the executive will have permanently etched into his brain to recollect at any time.
“Look at you~” Chuuya sighs against Dazai’s throat as one of his hands tangles into his partner’s hair and tugging until the man moans loudly, “Rutting against my thigh like a goddamn dog.”
He brings the taller man in for a deep kiss, tugging on Dazai’s bottom lip as they break apart with hunger in his eyes.
“You’re disgusting,” Chuuya whispers as he pushes the other man’s ass firmly on his thigh, “Are you going to cum just from this? Just from me allowing you to rub yourself all over me like the slut you are?”
Dazai whimpers, and his hips quiver a little as he clearly grows more sensitive, on the verge of his release. The executive pays close attention to the staccato of his partner’s hips, waiting for the crucial moment when the taller man is mere seconds away from bursting. Chuuya’s nails dig into Dazai’s hips at that exact moment, holding the man still so he cannot reach his orgasm.
“Chuuya~” the utterly fucked-out Dazai whines, still shaky and trying to get enough friction to climax, even if he knows his partner won’t allow him that sort of pleasure.
The sudden lack of stimulation causes the taller man to cry again, his shoulders trembling a little as he sniffles. Chuuya roughly wipes some of the tears away and scoffs under his breath.
“Did my little slut forget this was a punishment? What sort of punishment would it be if I let you cum right now?”
Chuuya roughly kisses Dazai and digs his nails into his partner’s hips a little further before he speaks again.
“I am going to bring you to the edge so many times without touching you until you are begging me to let you cum.”
Dazai’s shiver arched back, and a slight moan provides enough of an answer for Chuuya to know that his partner was just as into the idea as he was. The taller man would likely be a whiny bitch about the whole ordeal, but the wet spot in the front of his pants tells a different, much more accurate tale.
Chuuya waits a few more minutes, allowing enough time for Dazai to calm down a little so the executive would have to do a decent amount of work before the other man was close to an orgasm again. Right before moving on to the next stage of punishing his subordinate, the red-haired man tightly squeezes Dazai’s ass and drinks in his partner’s moans.
In the next moment, the executive pushes the other man off his lap and shoves his head into the couch, knowing that he is slightly suffocating him. Dazai does not make any noise or voice any complaints. Instead, the man arches his back a little more, trying to taunt his superior, egging him on to give him more attention. Chuuya’s fingers expertly work on tugging Dazai’s pants and underwear down to his knees. He pauses for a moment when he sees the light red hue on the other man’s ass, smirking to himself when he realizes his subordinate will likely not have the most comfortable experience sitting down for at least a couple of days after this.
“Chuuya~” the taller man whines when he realizes that the red-haired man has stopped touching him, “Please….”
“Oh shut up, you whiny slut!” Chuuya exclaims as he shoves his fingers in Dazai’s mouth.
The other man freezes for only a moment before his hot tongue wraps around the shorter man’s fingers, expertly coating them with saliva in hopes that he will get his reward quicker if he is quick and efficient in licking his superior’s fingers.
Chuuya thinks it’s an adorable effort on the part of his partner, and as he retracts his fingers, he gently tugs on the edge of Dazai’s lip to reward him somewhat. Unfortunately, though, the executive is still too keen to play with the other man before giving him everything he wants.
“Too bad I have your wrists tied together,” Chuuya muses as he teases the rim of Dazai’s hole with a single delicate finger, “I would have loved to have my beautiful slut holding himself open for me.”
Dazai shivers at the thought of the red-haired man guiding his hands and placing them on his ass, whispering praise in his ear as he displays his hole to his superior. Perhaps some other time, when he had free use of his hands, he would have to take Chuuya up on that offer. For now, though, the only thing he could do to get himself what he wanted quicker was to play the part of the executive’s desperate slut, a role Dazai was born for.
The taller man hums and slightly thrusts his hips against the couch’s rough texture, all with a soft smile on his face.
“Want that….” he whispers meekly, completely under Chuuya’s spell.
In response, the red-haired man wrenches Dazai up by his hair and hisses in his ear. “You’re going to have to speak up if you want me to hear you!”
His words are accompanied by the executive slipping a single finger inside Dazai and expertly dragging his short nail against his partner’s inner walls, a motion he knew the other man adored.
“Oh fuck…” the taller man moans at the sudden intrusion and Chuuya’s innate knowledge of his body and what turns him on most. Dazai tries to push his ass further onto the other man’s finger, but Chuuya’s other hand immediately digs into his side, keeping his hips in place.
The hand is taken away a second later, and were it not for the finger in his ass or the sound of Chuuya unbuckling his belt, Dazai might have thought the other man left him alone on the couch, bound and aroused. The taller man can hear the other unzipping his pants, and a few moments later, a second finger slides into him, stretching him further. Almost immediately, both of the fingers now inside him press into his prostate, forcing a loud, strained moan from Dazai. The taller man once again tries to fuck himself back onto the fingers for more stimulation, but to his shock, the hand on his hip doesn’t return to stop him.
“Who knew you’d be such a whore for me, Osamu,” Chuuya mumbles as he fluidly thrusts his fingers in and out of Dazai, “Trying to fuck yourself on my fingers, how naughty of you.”
The executive sounded a little out of breath, and given that Dazai could not see, he felt like his ears had grown more sensitive to the environment. All the evidence he’d gathered pointed to one conclusion.
Chuuya was pleasuring himself to the sight of Dazai fucking himself on his fingers.
Dazai relaxes into the steady thrusting of Chuuya’s fingers, shuddering every time he hits his prostate. And since the executive wasn’t stopping him from moving like before, he continues to move his hips backward on the other man’s fingers. He neglects to notice when Chuuya stops moving his fingers, allowing Dazai to do the work for him, fucking himself open.
“Chuu~” the taller man gasps, biting at his lip as he roughly pushes the other man’s fingers into his prostate.
He’s quivering and gasping again, all the telltale signs that he is once again close to an orgasm. Once Chuuya realizes this, he begins to move his fingers again, stroking over his prostate with well-practiced precision, never relenting in the pressure or stimulation. Dazai screams in ecstasy, pushing his hips back and driving the executive’s fingers just a little further into his most sensitive spots.
Just like when he had his partner grinding on his thigh, Chuuya allows the other man to get to the brink of his orgasm before he abruptly retracts his fingers.
Dazai is much more of a mess when compared to the first time. He collapses onto the couch, sobbing, writhing, and wildly grinding against the rough fabric, chasing the orgasm the executive had stolen from him at the last second.
“Please~” the man begs, hiccupping on account of his sobs, “More~”
Chuuya offers his partner an evil grin as he smacks his ass again, delighting in the strained moan ripped from Dazai’s throat. Perhaps the executive might be worried if not for the giant grin plastered on his partner’s face. Of course, he enjoyed the red-haired man’s rough treatment.
There hadn’t ever been a time when he hadn’t.
“Are you sure you’re worthy of my cock?” Chuuya asks as he rubs the tip of his cock over Dazai’s hole, teasing him with the treat he’s been thirsting for this entire time, “I’m not so sure you are.”
“Fuck! Please put it in….” the taller man gasps, pushing his hips back onto Chuuya’s cock, hoping to catch the other man off guard enough that his dick will slip inside him.
Of course, Dazai’s efforts did not yield the result he was hoping for. Chuuya roughly grabs his partner by the hair and digs his nails into his hips for the umpteenth time. And, as expected, the overly sensitive and impatient man whines again.
“Shhhh…” Chuuya coos as he allows the tip of his cock to almost breach Dazai’s hole, “If you want me to fuck you, you’re going to have to beg for it like a good little slut.”
Dazai’s mouth falls open as he’s much closer to getting what he wants. Tears freely fall down his face, and he’s still trying to push his hips backward.
“Chuu~” the taller man gasps, “Please~ I -need- you inside me right now….”
Chuuya effortlessly twists his fingers around several strands of Dazai’s hair and tugs them to access his partner’s throat easily as he kneels behind him. The red-haired man drags his teeth and tongue along the side of the other man’s neck before whispering against his skin.
“You sound so delightful when you beg for me to fuck you,” the executive murmurs, holding his cock steady with his free hand, “What are you?”
Dazai quivers under the other man’s hand, arching his back more so that when Chuuya does eventually sink into his ass, the angle will be better. He swallows a moan as the fingers in his hair only tighten as he doesn’t respond.
“I won’t fuck you if you don’t say it, Osamu~” the executive warns, dragging his cock over Dazai’s hole yet again.
“I’m your slut~” Dazai cries, thrashing as much as he can, “Please! I want your cock in me so bad….”
Chuuya hums in amusement and releases his hold on the taller man’s hair in favour of wrapping his hand around his partner’s throat and depriving him of oxygen.
“Say it again,” he whispers as he tightens his fingers just a little more.
“I’m your slut,” Dazai responds immediately, arching his back as far as he can physically go, “I’ll always be your slut, just for the love of god, fuck me, please…”
Chuuya releases his hold on Dazai’s throat, deciding to tug on the leather collar around the other man’s neck instead as he finally sinks his cock inside of his partner. The red-haired man bites the other man’s neck to silence the loud moan that comes from his throat as Dazai’s hole clenches around his dick. No matter how many times they’d done this, Chuuya didn’t think he would ever grow tired of how sinfully tight the other man was despite the meticulous job he’d done stretching him out.
If the executive was a mess as his hips finally became flush with his partner’s ass, Dazai was a catastrophe. The tears that had slid down his cheeks had only increased to full-blown sobs, his shoulders shaking and his lip quivering.
“Thank you,” the taller man’s voice is just above a whisper as he is breathless from the combination of Chuuya choking him and being so turned on that he couldn’t speak properly.
The executive is not used to Dazai thanking him for fucking him, but now that it’s happened, it’s not something he’s sure to forget anytime soon. Chuuya pulls his hips back and slowly slides into his partner again, delighting in the debaucherous moan that falls from the other man’s throat.
Every tiny noise Dazai made encouraged Chuuya’s carnal desire to pound the man until he couldn’t walk or speak. However, the executive holds himself back, deciding that teasing the other man would improve the experience in the long run.
“Chuuya~~~” the taller man whines, slightly straining against the tie binding his wrists together, “Please~ Faster~ Harder~”
Chuuya stops moving his hips altogether, causing Dazai to whine loudly and bite his lips.
“This isn’t fair~” he complains, tears cascading down his face at a more rapid rate, “Chuuya said he was going to fuck my brains out, but he’s just teasing me~”
The executive laughs under his breath, seemingly amused by how bratty Dazai had become when denied a good pounding. Chuuya pushes both hands down on his partner’s back, causing Dazai’s back to arch impossibly further, and slams directly into the other man’s prostate.
“You will take what I give you and nothing more,” the red-haired man says, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust aimed at Dazai’s prostate.
The new position, paired with the hasher thrusts, causes Dazai to howl in pleasure and sob into the couch as Chuuya pounds into him at a pace much closer to what he wants.
“M-more….” he cries, “Destroy me…”
Chuuya’s palms press deeper into the flesh of Dazai’s lower back, holding the other man in place as he snaps his hips a little faster, not ceasing his constant assault on this partner’s prostate. The sound of their skin slapping together, mixed with Dazai’s loud moans, sobbing, and begging for more, only further encourages Chuuya’s desire to make his partner a crying mess.
“Tell me how much you love it when I fuck you like this,” the red-haired man growls as he pulls his cock almost entirely out of the other man before he harshly thrusts back into him, “Tell me how much of a slut you are for me.”
“I’m just your cockslut…” Dazai moans, his voice scratchy from how loud he’s been.
“That’s right, you are,” Chuuya responds, moving his hands to hold the taller man’s hips in a vice grip as he pounds him as hard and as fast as he possibly can, “You’re just a pretty face and hole for me to stuff my cock in when I want to. I bet you’d love it if you could have my cock in you all the time, wouldn’t you?”
“Y-yes…” Dazai gasps in pure ecstasy, “I want your cock all the time.”
The executive smirks as his hips begin to stutter a little, and a familiar intense burning builds within his stomach. He wouldn’t last much longer, but neither would Dazai. The taller man beneath him intensely quivers, and his noises become just that much more debauched and wanton.
“Please don’t stop,” Dazai cries, his cheeks red and slightly swollen from the sheer amount of tears streaming down his face, “Please~”
“Not quite yet,” Chuuya leans over his partner and whispers into his skin, “I am going to cum inside you and fuck you through my orgasm, making you even more sensitive and desperate for your release. But you’re going to be a good slut. You’re not going to cum until I give you permission. Do you understand?”
At first, Dazai’s face twists in disappointment, and it almost seems like the taller man will whine and voice his complaints. But when he had Chuuya buried inside his ass, pounding him, it is nearly impossible for him to complain.
“F-fine….” he whispers.
“My good little slut,” Chuuya mumbles before pushing himself up, digging his nails into Dazai’s hips again, and chasing his orgasm.
The red-haired man pulls loud screams from his partner as he relentlessly hits Dazai’s prostate and loses control of the movement of his hips. Within a few more seconds, Chuuuya bites back a loud moan as his cock twitches, and he releases inside the man beneath him.
Dazai’s legs shake a little, and he bites his lip hard enough to draw blood as he feels Chuuya’s cum filling him up. As the executive calms down from his orgasm, he continues to lazily thrust against the taller man’s prostate, ensuring Dazai is overstimulated and on the edge of release.
Chuuya releases his vice grip on his partner’s hips and carefully moves Dazai’s body until the other man is perched on his lap, and the executive can access all the most sensitive parts of the taller man’s neck.
“S-so… much…” Dazai whines and tries to move his hips against Chuuya’s cock to reach his orgasm faster.
Of course, the executive holds his partner still and gently shushes him, even as he tries to writhe on his superior’s cock.
“You did very well, my little slut,” Chuuya whispers as he allows his grip to relax a little, moving one of his hands just above Dazai’s cock, “Since you were so good, do you think you’re deserving of my reward for you?”
Dazai rapidly nods and tries to squirm enough to force the other man’s hand to touch his cock, but he is unsuccessful.
“ ‘ve been good,” he mumbles, sounding extremely fucked-out, “Wanna reward…”
Chuuya smirks into Dazai’s skin as he firmly wraps his hand around the other man’s cock at the same time as he slowly thrusts into his partner’s prostate again. The strained moan that comes from Dazai’s mouth causes the red-haired man’s cock to twitch again, even after such an intense orgasm.
“Please more~” the severely overstimulated man whines, “Too much… it hurts….”
“Shhh….” Chuuya whispers as he kisses up and down Dazai’s neck as he continues to twist his fingers over the most sensitive parts of his partner’s dick and lazily fucks the taller man on his cock, “You’ll get to cum this time. Just enjoy all the intense feelings.”
Dazai had been reduced to glee-filled sobs and moans as Chuuya’s hand and cock were sending him ever closer to the edge. The heat building up in his stomach had never been quite this intense, and it showed no signs of slowing down anytime soon. Especially as the red-haired man perfectly timed stroking over the head of his partner’s cock as his own dick pressed against the other man’s prostate. Dazai had no choice but to melt in Chuuya’s arms, becoming perfectly pliant as the executive drew the sluttiest moans from his partner.
“C-close…” Dazai whispers, sniffling as the intensity becomes almost too overwhelming, “P-please… p-pleasee… let me cum…”
“You’re doing so well, Osamu~” Chuuya’s breath ghosts against his partner’s neck, “I’m so proud of you, my perfect little slut.”
The red-haired man thrusts up into Dazai’s prostate a few more times, waiting until the other man is practically sobbing in his arms before he decides to speak again.
“Go ahead and cum, whenever you want.”
Dazai obeys almost immediately, nearly screaming at the top of his lungs as he cums in Chuuya’s hand, shaking and incoherently babbling about how thankful he is for finally being able to reach his climax.
As the intensity of the other man’s orgasm wears down, Chuuya expertly unties his partner’s wrists and slips the blindfold from Dazai’s eyes. But to his surprise, his partner doesn’t complain about how bright the room is. Instead, the taller man flops backward on the executive’s shoulder with a blissful soft smile on his face.
Chuuya’s eyes widen as he realizes that Dazai’s orgasm was so intense that it had caused him to pass out. He had to admit that the taller man looked adorable like this, sweaty and so… soft-looking, like he trusted Chuuya with his life.
“You idiot,” the executive whispers as he carefully pulls out of his partner and slowly lays Dazai down on the couch, ensuring the taller man would not stir from his slumber by wrapping his arms and legs around the other man.
Once he’s confident that the other man is still asleep, Chuuya cards his fingers through Dazai’s sweaty hair, moving it away from his partner’s eyes. Carefully, the red-haired executive leans over Dazai’s shoulder and presses his lips just under his boyfriend’s mouth.
“I love you,” he mumbles, “Even though you’re so annoying most of the time….”