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“Soooo,” Mina plopped herself beside Denki, interrupting his miserable attempt at drafting an essay due later that week. Curse having his friends as roommates, how was he ever supposed to get things done?
“How’d it go?” She asked, eyes bright.
“Well,” Denki answered simply. Actually, it’d gone very, very well, but he wasn’t about to let his friends know he actually benefited from his lost bet.
“You got him to go?” His other roommate, Ejirou, chimed from the kitchen. He’d spent this past weekend staying over at his boyfriend's apartment, missing out on the fun. He turned to his friends with a toothy smile. “Good for you, man!”
“Is he as good as everyone says he is?” Mina asked, creeping into Denki’s space. “How many times did you, you know.” She wiggled her eyebrows insinuatingly.
“None,” Denki admitted truthfully.
“Oh, so you’re into that kinda—”
“Mina!” Denki cut her off while Ejirou barked a laugh, echoing in from the kitchen. “We didn’t actually do anything sexual. We sorta just…talked.”
Yeah, they talked. They did. Just…while Denki was on his knees. And was hand fed whiskey. No biggie.
“Talked?” Ejirou asked from the kitchen, blatant amusement in his voice. “Kats and I totally just talked during our first session.”
“We did!” Denki argued, pouting. Ejirou leaned over the dividing wall with a knowing smirk that matched Mina’s. He could never get away with anything from these guys, could he?
“Okay, fine! I was, you know, kneeling for a bit of it. And maybe he poured some whiskey into my mouth,” Denki explained as both of his roommates eyebrows raised high. “But we did talk!”
“Spicy,” Mina giggled. “You’re going back this week.”
It wasn’t a question.
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Of course he was going back, okay? Mindjack was hot, and he was excited.
Or maybe he was nervous.
Or whatever strange concoction the two which made him feel like there were thousands of overzealous butterflies currently flapping up a storm in his stomach and making it a little hard to breathe.
He put a bit more effort into his appearance this time. Hair was fresh and neat, even stealing Mina’s hairspray to keep some of it out of his face. His shoes were his nice sneakers rather than his daily ones, shirt a crisp white button up. He even decided on simple black jeans that were a little more stretchy than the ones he wore last time. He was ready, he could do this.
He was not ready, apparently, because when Mindjack greeted him by name when he stepped into the room, he nearly tripped over his own feet.
“Woah, there. You’re even more nervous than last time,” Mindjack said, his syrupy smooth voice dripping right back into Denki’s veins. He was still seated, ankle kicked over the opposite knee. “Another rough week?” He asked.
“No,” said Denki, noticing there was no cushion on the ground this time. His week had been pretty normal, not anywhere near as terrible as the one before.
“That’s good. Come here,” Mindjack said, gesturing to the chair a few feet to the side of him. “Make yourself comfortable.”
Okay, this felt a little more like what he had expected last week. Denki made his way across the room, stiffly settling himself into the matching leather chair.
“Why are you so nervous, Denki?” Mindjack asked, voice lower now that he was near. “Does this scare you?”
“A little,” Denki admitted, not daring to fib a ‘no’ like before. “I just don’t know what I’m in for.”
“I thought we established that last time,” Mindjack said, pushing himself up from his seat and walking over to Denki. He circled around his chair slowly as he spoke. “You’re in for whatever I think will help clear your mind. You don’t have to worry about what’s going to happen. Nothing will happen that you haven’t already consented to, and if we start anything you don’t like, we will stop. Did you want to implement a safeword, or rely on the stoplight system?” He asked.
Mindjack was standing behind the chair now. Denki wanted to look, but felt a strange urge to keep his head forward. “No, the stoplight system is fine,” Denki said.
“Alright. Stoplight system it is.” Mindjack leaned over Denki’s chair, hands landing on either arm rest, trapping him in. He whispered, lips right beside his ear. “Can you repeat what the colors mean back to me?”
“Y-yeah,” Denki shuddered as a warm breath ghosted the back of his neck. One of Mindjack’s hands trailed from the armrest up one of his arms as he began to speak. “Green is good, like, keep going,” he started. “Yellow means…” he trailed off, distracted as Mindjack’s wandering hand slid across his shoulder and up the back of his neck, winding into his hair. “...to slow down. Or if something is actually uncomfortable, in, like, not a good way,” he added when the hand in his hair stilled. Mindjack’s other hand began to move, landing on his clothed chest and gently skimming down his stomach, barely touching his shirt. His breath hitched when he tried to look, the hand in his hair gripping tightly to keep him still. “Red is to stop,” Denki finished, a bit breathless.
“Very good,” Mindjack said, immediately removing both hands from him. “This is as much a mental game as it is a physical one, I need you to understand that. Anticipation is a strong tool for both of those things, so I can’t always tell you what I’ll be doing before I do it. But I will stop if you say yellow or red,” he explained, stepping back around the chair into view. “I’ll share what I had planned for tonight if that will help put you at ease.”
Denki thought for a moment. His nerves had ebbed away when Mindjack did, well, that. But returned just as strong when he’d removed his hands. “Could you tell me without spoiling anything? Just the important parts… I think that’d help.” He decided.
Mindjack nodded once. “I planned to bind you today, just your wrists, and play with you a bit.”
“Okay, yeah,” Denki said, the iron fist of anxiety loosening slightly. That sounded pretty fun.
“And,” Mindjack added, eyes dark. “I want to see how well that pretty mouth can take me.”
Oookay, yep. Yeah. Denki was into this. Very, very into this.
“Green.”
It took a few minutes to get settled, Mindjack instructing Denki to sit still until he got everything ready. Denki knelt down onto the little cushion like before and offered his wrists behind his back. Mindjack bound them perfectly, just the right amount of squeeze and tension but with enough flexibility to not put strain on his shoulders.
Then he slid a blindfold over his eyes.
His breath caught as Mindjack’s soft fingertips brushed the tips of his ears as he adjusted the elastic and the world disappeared. Behind the blindfold, Denki allowed his eyes to fall shut and for him to sink into the warm darkness that welcomed him.
Without warning, hot hands ran down both shoulders, palming over the thin fabric. Mindjack’s warm breath ghosted the sensitive skin at the back of his neck. Denki let out a shaky breath as his hands wandered back up, one gently circling around his neck and exposing his throat, the other slowly popping the buttons of his shirt. With what seemed like half his shirt unbuttoned, Mindjack pushed open the fabric and traced his fingertips down Denki’s now exposed chest. The hand around his throat kept steady, not applying any pressure or force, but keeping him still and his neck stretched.
Then Mindjack bit him, teeth slowly sinking into the side of Denki’s neck. He hissed a sound of surprise, morphing into a breathy moan as the dull pinch faded away. His heart began to race, heat flooding to all corners of his skin as he waited, questioning if it’d happen again. Meanwhile, the hand on his chest languidly traced indistinguishable patterns, eventually finding the soft skin of his stomach and traveling down.
Then Mindjack’s hands disappeared.
Denki whimpered a needy sound, desperate for Mindjack’s hands to return to him, not paying enough attention to notice Mindjack had circled around him until he ran both hands up his clothed thighs. The sudden touch made him jerk, his wrists twitching in their binds and reminding him just how vulnerable he was.
“These seem a little uncomfortable,” Mindjack said, voice much closer than he’d expected. A harsh tug against Denki’s belt loops made him gasp. And they were, his steadily growing arousal straining against the tight fabric of his jeans, despite picking a looser pair.
“Fuck fuck fuck…” Denki cursed mindlessly as Mindjack unclasped his belt and tugged them from Denki’s hips. He bit his lip to silence himself, or at least muffle his sounds, as his fly was slowly unzipped.
Then the hands were gone again.
Before he could be disappointed, the zip of another fly being undone filled the room and the space between Denki’s ears. He sat himself up on his knees, pushing aside the twinge of soreness that accompanied the continuous pressure, and rolled his shoulders back.
“You’re eager,” Mindjack said above him, a near-mocking amusement in his tone. If Denki had a sense of mind to be offended, he probably would have been, but his brain was much too quiet to care. A soft hand on Denki’s face made him flinch suddenly before relaxing into the contact. Mindjack slid his fingertips down to Denki’s lips, using his thumb to drag out his bottom lip and pushed the digit between his teeth, dragging his jaw down with it. Denki let his jaw fall slack, letting the weight fall into Mindjack’s hands.
“You have a small mouth,” Mindjack said, thumb on his bottom teeth slightly flicking over the tip of his tongue. Denki breathed softly through his nose as he was played with. “Keep your jaw nice and relaxed, just like that.” Mindjack said.
Something musky and heady flooded Denki’s nose, followed by the silky, hot tip of Mindjack’s cock replacing where his thumb had been. He kept his jaw lax and tongue soft and flat as Mindjack slowly pushed into his mouth, a needy whine muffled by the intrusion. Mindjack’s hand remained on his jaw, steadying him as he continued to push in, in, in, until he filled up most of his mouth. A low groan, quiet but audible, sounded from the man above him.
Denki’s eyes fluttered behind the blindfold as he made a similar noise in response, hearing Mindjack make any noise at all like that swooped low and deep in his stomach. A sharp intake of breath through his nose pulled more of that musky scent into his brain, luring him further and further away into the quiet depths of his head.
“Keep breathing through your nose. Slowly.” Mindjack instructed. “Now, open up for me, Denki.”
The hand on Denki’s jaw abandoned him momentarily before finding home in his hair, gripping the strands with enough force to keep him still and pliant. Mindjack started to push in further, forcing Denki’s tongue to flatten and squish as his cock pressed into the back of his throat. He focused on slow, steady breaths as the pressure increased. His brows furrowed with effort as he fought his body's innate reaction, trying desperately not to flinch or choke as Mindjacks cock pushed and pushed.
He pushed a little further, Denki on the verge of choking as he fought his own body. And Mindjack held him there.
“You can take it,” Mindjack said, voice strained and low. Denki whimpered, the effort it took to keep his throat relaxed hogging up every sliver of focus he had left. Mindjack’s fingers twitched in his hair. The pressure began to let up as his cock was dragged out of his throat, gliding against his tongue more smoothly than it’d intruded. He pulled back until only the slightly salty head rested against the tip of Denki’s tongue, before thrusting in a little faster. Not as deep, but deep enough to put Denki on edge for if he did push further.
“Breathe, Denki,” Mindjack reminded him as he pushed a bit further on the next thrust. Denki’s hands flexed in their binds as his eyes began to water in the darkness beneath his blindfold. He struggled to take a steady breath, shaky as it soothed his burning lungs. “A little further now…”
Mindjack pushed further again, deeper than he’d gone before, and Denki couldn’t stop himself from gagging. Hot tears squeezed past his eyelashes as he strained, trying desperately to breathe but his body simply wouldn’t listen. Mindjack kept him there, Denki’s throat twitching and his own cock twitching desperately from the deprivation.
“S-shit, you feel so good,” Mindjack rasped and Denki shuddered under the praise, struggling against the hold in his hair. Denki sucked in a sharp breath as soon as the pressure in his throat ceased and Mindjack’s cock was dragged back out. He dug his nails into the palms of his hands behind him, fighting the sob his body was trying to heave out, equal parts overwhelmed and relieved.
Mindjack began to push in again. Denki whimpered as little prickles of anxious anticipation poked and prodded at his skin, nervous of the discomfort and deprivation to repeat itself. His jaw quivered, struggling to stay relaxed as he sucked in quick, shallow breaths.
“You’re okay,” Mindjack said, slowing his pace but continuing to move. “Give yourself over to me. I won’t hurt you.” He said, the grip in his hair loosening and combing through it instead, gently. The words pierced right through Denki’s anxious state, his body flooding with heat as he relaxed. “Just a little longer. You’re being so good for me.” He pulled out a bit and pushed back in a little faster again. “You wanna make me come?”
Denki moaned around Mindjack’s cock, trying to sound affirmative as his words and praise continued to put him at ease.
“Then let go.”
As if those two words were a spell, Denki’s body went limp. His jaw relaxed, falling open against the intrusion, his hands uncurling from embedding his nails into his palms, his lungs and chest no longer tight as he let Mindjack take. He breathed slowly through his nose, steadily, as Mindjack continued to fuck his throat. He was gone.
“Fuck, yeah, that’s it.” Mindjack’s voice was much lower and raspier as he spoke now, other low groans and breaths being punched out on each thrust in. He maintained a steady pace as he chased his climax, the salty bitterness on Denki’s tongue making him drool around his cock. A low, deep moan rumbled out of Mindjack’s chest as he finally came, fingers twitching tight in Denki’s hair. He swallowed readily, not having much mind to do anything else. His chest heaved heavy, full breaths when Mindjack pulled out, followed by small sobs as his body recovered from the effort.
Mindjack’s breath was labored above him, deep pants as he came down. Denki blinked against the bright light as the blindfold was taken off without warning, warm thumbs coming to wipe the tears that had collected on his cheeks.
“You did so good,” Mindjack said, crouching to Denki’s height. “You did perfect.”
Denki nodded mindlessly, only half listening but the warmth of the praise washed over him all the same.
“Hahhh-f-fuck!” A guttural moan escaped Denki’s lips as Mindjack’s hands were suddenly around his painfully hard cock. He strained against the binds at his wrists again as Mindjack began to stroke steadily and tight, using his precome to ease the glide. Denki watched almost in awe as he stroked him, the swollen and angry cock in Mindjack’s hand almost not his own, though the sharp, unceasing shocks of pleasure rushed through him. Needy whimpers and whines continued to spill from Denki as Mindjack jerked him off, his own climax spiraling in quickly and hard. With a particularly harsh swipe of a thumb across the head, he was done. A strewn out groan that sounded foreign to Denki’s own ears left him as he came all over Mindjack’s hand, his hands flexing against the holds and his thighs twitching as his hips tried to move.
“Holy shit,” Denki managed to get out between rapid breaths, voice sore and rasped. He continued to catch his breath as Mindjack cleaned him up, uniting his wrists in the process. “Hollyyyy shit.”
Mindjack simply smirked and helped Denki sit back, his legs having gone a bit numb from kneeling.