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Sweat dripped down Yuri’s ivory skin in glistening beads. His eye makeup was smudged, his cheeks flushed, his lips slick with spit as they hung open. There was a burn in his shoulder muscles from being stuck in one position for so long, but it was a good burn; a pleasurable pain.
The mirror in front of Yuri showed him all of this and more. He was kneeling on the bed, naked, cock standing hard between his legs. Above him, a soft rope bound his wrists together, arms extended fully and tied to a ceiling rafter with little slack to allow movement.
Restrained and exposed, Yuri’s pulse thudded. It was exhilarating to be in such a vulnerable position.
“Byleth,” he groaned breathlessly, “stop teasing.”
As usual, Byleth was unmoved by Yuri’s complaints. His green eyes found Yuri’s in the mirror, glinting in a dangerous way that sent a lovely shiver up Yuri’s spine. Aside from that glimmer, though, Byleth’s face was impassive as he looked at Yuri.
Without a word, the former mercenary turned his head and sank his teeth into the muscle where Yuri’s shoulder met his neck, pointedly continuing to rub the tip of his cock against Yuri’s oiled entrance without pushing in.
Little gasps spilt from Yuri’s mouth as Byleth kissed and bit up the line of his neck. Hands, rough with weapon callouses, caressed Yuri’s body with light pressure. He shuddered as they ran over his hips, his ribs, his thighs.
Tension coiled in Yuri’s abdomen. There was nothing he wanted more than to free his hands, shove Byleth on his back, and ride his cock until they were both screaming.
But Yuri wasn’t in charge here. His orders were meaningless, his authority worthless. His demands meant nothing to Byleth—not here, behind the closed door of Yuri’s bedroom.
It was exactly what Yuri wanted.
He hated the loss of control, but nowhere near as much as he loved it.
Deciding to test his luck, Yuri pushed his hips back suddenly, enough that he managed to get the very tip of Byleth’s cockhead into his ass. He was already stretched; they had been playing like this for over an hour, and Byleth had spent half of that fingering Yuri open, denying him release whenever it was within reach.
One hand splayed across the small of Yuri’s back, halting the motion of his hips.
Byleth’s other hand found its home elsewhere. A sharp slap landed on the inner edge of Yuri’s thigh, making him gasp sharply. “You know better, pretty bird,” Byleth warned in a soft, dark murmur, lips brushing the shell of Yuri’s ear as he spoke. As he always did and probably always would, Yuri flushed at the pet name.
It was only a sobriquet of his Savage Mockingbird moniker. It shouldn’t have had that much of an effect on him, but because Byleth only used it when they were together like this, it did. Yuri’s mind associated it with the pleasure and liberation of submitting to Byleth. The reaction couldn’t be helped.
“I-I do,” Yuri admitted, panting. He was beginning to regret what he’d done, because the meagre hint of penetration that he’d gained was only winding him up more, taunting him with a facsimile of what he really wanted.
Byleth hummed in Yuri’s ear, nipping the lobe abruptly before speaking. “If you know better, why would you do it, hm?” He punctuated his question with another strike to Yuri’s inner thigh, hitting harder. The sound rang out in synchronicity with Yuri’s ragged moan. It stung so beautifully.
“More.” Yuri gasped the word out as his eyes fluttered closed, luxuriating in the hot, throbbing pain from the slap. “Needed—more.”
He felt Byleth’s lips curl into an imperceptible smirk against the nape of his neck and swallowed. That meant things were about to get very bad for Yuri in a very good way.
With no warning, Byleth slammed his entire rigid length into Yuri. A filthy, broken moan tore from Yuri’s throat as he was suddenly filled in the exact way he had been craving and his walls fluttered helplessly to accommodate the stretch.
The unexpected move had Yuri’s eyes flying open, instantly finding Byleth’s in the mirror. His pupils were dilated, half of the beautiful green eclipsed by black, and Yuri couldn’t help but make a soft, needy sound at the sight.
“Is this what you wanted, pretty bird?” Byleth murmured the words directly into Yuri’s skin, each one a fleeting kiss. “You wanted to be filled up, stretched out, impaled on my cock?” The low, sensual husk of Byleth’s voice had Yuri’s breath catching as it washed over him.
“Fuck, yes,” Yuri moaned. “Feels so good, By.”
Byleth hummed quietly as he slid an arm around Yuri’s abdomen, tight like a band of umbral steel. The hand that had been resting on Yuri’s thigh, prepared to strike a third time, skimmed up until it cupped Yuri’s balls, kneading gently.
Yuri groaned at the image in the mirror. Seeing Byleth so thoroughly wrapped around him, pressed close, restraining him beyond that of the rope on his wrists as he palmed Yuri, was nothing short of rapturous.
“And you didn’t think to ask me?” Byleth questioned. He shifted his hand, leaving the palm to exert light pressure on Yuri’s balls while his fingers massaged the soft, sensitive skin behind them.
Yuri whimpered quietly before gathering what he had left of his wits. “Didn’t—didn’t know if you’d say yes,” he choked out.
Those fingers rubbed a little harder, moving in small circles. Overwhelmed by the way each rotation sent lightning bolts of pleasure through his body, Yuri clenched around Byleth’s cock reflexively.
“Don’t lie, pretty bird. I’ll have to punish you if you do it again.”
Squeezing his eyes shut, Yuri nodded. While Byleth was in charge when they were in the bedroom, he always rewarded Yuri whenever he managed to make himself ask explicitly for what he wanted since Byleth knew that was something Yuri struggled with.
Byleth was a very well-balanced Dominant. Their first session, Yuri had been an anxious mess, but Byleth hadn’t minded and had guided Yuri through it with a perfect blend of firmness and compassion.
“Tell me what you want, gorgeous,” Byleth encouraged. “You’ll have to earn it since you misbehaved, but you know I’ll give it to you.” He sucked on Yuri’s neck. “Just ask, and it’s yours. Always”
Yuri shuddered as Byleth’s silky timbre stroked his senses. “I want,” he paused, swallowing heavily, “I want you to fuck me.”
The fingers on Yuri’s perineum hadn’t stopped massaging.
His neck was still being mouthed at, every scrape of teeth and flick of tongue making his erection throb almost painfully.
“Tell me how,” Byleth encouraged. He sounded pleased, and it emboldened Yuri.
“U-until I’m screaming,” Yuri gasped out, trembling with restrained pleasure. “Fuck me until I’m screaming. Until I cum, crying over how good it feels, from your cock alone. Please, Byleth, I-I need it!”
A low groan, underscored with a hint of an actual growl, came from Byleth when Yuri finally voiced what he wanted.
“Good boy,” Byleth praised. Yuri shivered. “First, though—naughty little birds get punished when they disobey, remember?”
Moaning as he squeezed around the hard length inside of him, Yuri nodded. He had known his decision to take matters into his own hands would have consequences.
And so, for the next half hour or so, Byleth edged Yuri mercilessly. He never once moved his hips or allowed Yuri to move his, simply remaining buried to the hilt in Yuri’s ass as he groped Yuri’s balls, stroked his dripping cock, rubbed his perineum, and pinched his nipples.
Only once Yuri was so desperate that all his walls were demolished, pleading to be allowed to cum without a shred of restraint holding his words back, did Byleth finally give Yuri exactly what he’d asked for.
Yuri watched in the mirror as his body jolted with every deep, hard thrust from Byleth. He watched as his aching cock twitched and jerked, bouncing with every slam of Byleth’s hips against his ass. He watched as tears began to stream down his cheeks from how good it felt despite his dick having remained untouched since Byleth had started fucking him, streaks of pigment running down his face.
Yuri watched as he fell apart for Byleth, becoming a total mess as he was pushed closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.
The whole time, Byleth whispered sweet filth in his ear, telling Yuri how pretty he was when he cried, how good he felt around Byleth’s cock, how beautiful he looked as he was fucked within an inch of his life.
“Byleth!” He cried out, unable to look away from the mirror, arousal burning hot in his belly as precum drooled steadily from his slit. “Byleth, please, I-I’m gonna—!”
“Gonna cum for me, pretty bird?”
Yuri gave a strangled sob as he nodded.
“Good,” Byleth snarled before somehow managing to plunge into Yuri’s spasming hole even harder. “Cum for me, gorgeous. Let me see it.”
“Fuck, Byleth!” Yuri screamed, hips bucking involuntarily as his cock jerked hard, spurting creamy white across the edge of the bed and even onto the floor. His entire body convulsed, the bliss of finally cumming making his vision hazy as the orgasm dragged on longer than Yuri had ever experienced before.
Distantly, Yuri heard himself chanting Byleth’s name like a litany, but all he could focus on was the euphoria pulsing through his body, forcing him to clench hard around Byleth. There was a sudden rush of warmth that told Yuri Byleth had found his release inside of him, but it, too, was a faraway thing compared to his own pleasure.
Beyond that, Yuri knew nothing. The world around him was fuzzy and indistinct, but Yuri didn’t care. He was safe with Byleth and he knew that instinctively, even in such a disorientated state.
Yuri had fallen apart, shattered into a thousand pieces, but Byleth would put him back together again.
He always did.