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“Kazuha, are you sure about this…?” Heizou was always so confident. It was are to see him nervous like this. Kazuha only felt more turned on as he focused his intent, coming closer and taking the person he loved in his arms. He kissed him roughly, hands closing around the longer hair that draped down Heizou’s naked back.
“I’m sure.” He’d had fantasies about his lover like this but they had never tried doing anything. Now they would. Kazuha found he was already getting excited.
Both were naked, standing in Heizou’s living room where there was no bed. Kazuha didn’t want one. He wanted Heizou on the table. He wanted to take him, ruin him, add marks to the scars that decorated his body that most couldn’t see.
Unprepared for him, Kazuha shoved Heizou backwards, watching him trip on the rope that was still tied around the collar held tight to his throat. It was humorous more than it turned him on as the detective felt, striking both the table and the couch, catching himself with his arms.
“Ow…”
“Come here.” Kazuha dragged him up by the arm, leaning him over the much smaller table, watching as Heizou’s body bent upward, his face shoved into the hard varnished wood. Leaning forward with him, Kazuha breathed in his scent before going to his ear, blowing on it.
Heizou squirmed beneath him, making little mewing noises, almost like a kitten. It was adorable. Kazuha’s little kitten. Feisty and fierce, claws that could sink in and not let go until they wanted to with eyes sharper than any creature he knew that could see beyond the now.
“You’re adorable,” he whispered, nipping at Heizou’s ear as he pressed their flesh together.
Heizou moaned, trying to turn and not able to. “Kaz, that hurt.”
“You alright?” Kazuha had to be sure. Rough play was alright, and those safe were just created, but he wasn’t sure.
“Fine. I didn’t say stop.” Heizou pushed into him, squirming more, this time as he rubbed his ass against his crotch. It was Kazuha’s turn to moan, unable to stop as he leaned forward, breathing hard into Heizou’s neck.
“Feisty.”
This was going to be fun.
Kazuha grabbed a large chunk of the front of Heizou’s, hearing the pained noise and finding he was strangely turned on by it. Normally the sound would trigger a defensive action in him. This time, with Kazuha being the one to cause it, control it, protect or harm the one he loved in a way that Heizou also wanted, made all the difference.
The deep wine colored hair was beautiful and he forced it from him, knowing he was causing Heizou to bend at a painful angle in order to kiss him as Kazuha claimed his mouth, diving in and wanting to taste what the detective last ate.
It was reminiscent of fish and fried vegetables, reminding him even more of a cat. Simply adorable. “Tasty.”
“Mmm…mmm…mmmm….” Heizou was silenced by the kiss. Kazuha repeated the action several times before suddenly slamming his head into the table, hearing Heizou lose his breath.
Making sure he hadn’t knocked him unconscious, Kazuha waited for his eyes to open.
Heizou had the most lovely olive colored eyes.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard.”
Heizou tensed up, a shiver running through his body as he smirked. “Don’t tease when you can’t deliver.”
Kazuha laughed, reaching for the rope on the back of Heizou's choker, the only part of his clothing that either of them were still wearing. He heard the detective start having trouble breathing, turning his head, his face beautifully blushed and eyes out of focus.
He looked for any of the safe words or hand singles they had decided on. None were made.
Kazuha pulled a few times as he leaned over, pressing their naked bodies together, his cock flesh against Heizou's ass as drool came out of his mouth. Softly he started nipping his ear as little moans were cut off by the strangulation. It only made Kazuha want to bite harder, forcing out the sounds past Heizou's threshold. It was beautiful, the mess the detective was below him
“I want more from you, Heizou.” Kazuha reached over as Heizou was turned, forcing his fingers into his mouth, pressing them against his tongue.
Heizou was already half out of it, the world spinning out of focus as more drool fell on the table. Kazuha started running his fingers along his lips, taking pleasure in the sight of his weakened, struggling, loved one.
Then he released him, Heizou coughing and wheezing. Kazuha gave him a minute, kissing the back where his shoulder blades were. There was a scar that Kazuha didn’t know where he got there. It was long and deep, as if he’d had a wing removed on one side.
“Stay here, my angel. Don’t move.”
“... ahha… ahhhhh…hhh… Kazuha?... What… What are… you doing…?”
Kazuha got up, looking around for what he wanted. He spotted it after only a few moments before returning. Once he did he started kissing Heizou, reaching for the lube he had placed there beforehand. The table had always been his destination.
Taking it, he lubed up the item, getting a good grasp on the handle before resting his hand on Heizou's shoulder blades a moment. “Safe words, love. Remember them?”
Heizou nodded, not vocally answering and still drooling on the table, his hands clenching into fists in anticipation.
Kazuha nodded back before taking the blunted weapon Heizou liked to carry around and lightly started prodding it at the puckered hole that didn’t want it to enter him.
Heizou cried out, his breath leaving him, reaching forward for nothing on the table.
Kazuha watched, entranced as he twisted the tip past Heizou’s opening, moving it slowly inside of him, further…. Further….
Heizou had tears in his eyes, making little cries as he struggled to stay conscious or sane during the act. Kazuha was as gentle as he could be but the jitte was thick and large and unforgiving and Heizou was so tight.
Moving it back and forth as he shoved it further inside, Kazuha came to a point where he was afraid he’s start hurting him if he went any deeper.
And Heizou was a mess.
Tears in his eyes, spittle on his face, and deep breaths that were cut off every other second accompanies by his face almost matching his hair color, Kazuha let go, letting the weapon fall slightly towards the floor, little mews of protest at the new uncomfortable angle.
Then he was kissing that messed up, beautiful face of his, loving Heizou and all his expressions. It was a new wonder to see this side of him, to let him experience it, to get to feel and harm and care for him all at once. “I’m going to move it.” Kazuha kissed away a few tears. “Be ready.”
“Ahh…hahhha….hahh.. Kazu….zuu… hahah.. “ Heizou laughed, almost manically, sticking his tongue out at him. “I… hahahhhh… love… you…”
“I love you too.” Kazuha had to go back, had to kiss him on the lips.
Then he returned to the weapon and started easing it out. Once it was and he knew where to stop, he forced it back in suddenly, taking it in and out at a brutal pace.
He wanted Heizou to feel everything, to see him, hear everything he felt.
The first sounds were near screams, Heizou turning to bite his own hand and cut them off. Kazuha watched as he bit and spit into his hand, crying and screaming as his body was shifted back and forth by the weapon. It hurt. Kazuha knew it was going to hurt.
And yet, he was so turned on by Heizou and the strength he had had to endure it that he was leaking pre-come all over himself and dripping it as he shifted back and forth and back and forth. “Ahh…hahh…hhh.hhh…” Kazuha couldn’t tell who was panting anymore.
And he was through with it.
Discarding the weapon, Kazuha pulled it out, spotting a bit of blood on the end. It wasn’t much but he had to be careful.
There had been a lot of lube on the end but, to be safe, Kazuha quickly too some and coated his own crotch before going over to Heizou, grabbing the rope, forcing him back towards him by choking him, and shoving himself inside him.
Heizou was tight but not as tight as normal. The weapon saw to that.
And Kazuha was so close already. He pulled the rope, Heizou losing all ability to breath as he was forced towards him.
Then they were both on their knees and Kazuha was kissing his shoulder as he fucked into him, biting at it, biting at his ear. “Kah…hah… ah….zu…..”
Reaching down, Kazuha felt wetness. Heizou had already come. He wasn’t sure when that had happened. His dick was semi hard again but it would take a while. He’d likely been fucking him and overstimulating him without noticing.
That was fine as long as Heizou could take it. The extra tears had an explanation. Kazuha wanted to finish.
Brushing the soft hair aside, Kazuha breathed into Heizou’s ear, licking it. “I … lo…vee… you…. Heii…”
Kazuha reached up, playing with Heizou’s nipples, feeling how erect they were. The table had likely done that with the chill of it compared to the room. Heizou’s mews helped Kazuha as he sped up, feeling how wet and ready he was.
Taking his dick out before he could come, Kazuha grabbed Heizou, forcing him to turn so they were facing each other before he finished, squirting strings of come over Heizou’s chest and neck.
Both sat there for a moment, panting.
Heizou closed his eyes, falling forward and leaning heavily on Kazuha. “That… was a lot…”
“I’m sorry my love. Are you alright?” Gently this time, Kazuha smoothed Heizou’s hair down.
“Yes, just tired. I told you it… would be alright. That felt nice…. Don’t tell anyone I said that.”
Kazuha chuckled. “Heizou… who would I tell without confessing to my own tastes?”
Heizou chuckled back in response, quieter. “Great mind think alike.”