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Eito tilts his head to the side, in the way Takumi has told him many times, in no uncertain terms, is reminiscent of a dog. He can’t help it- he’s confused, he’s unsure if he heard Takumi right, and he needs clarification.
“You don’t have to look so surprised,” Takumi mumbles, clenching and unclenching his fists on the front of Eito’s jacket.
Surprised? No, no that’s not the expression Eito was going for at all. Maybe he was a little shocked, but that wasn’t the primary emotion he felt. “It’s not that. I’m just not sure I got that correctly. Can you… repeat yourself, please?”
He feels Takumi ball up his jacket in his hands. He’s going to need to iron it later, at this rate. Why’s he so mad? It’s a simple request!
Takumi sighs, exasperated. “I said, I’d like you to take control for tonight.”
So I did hear him correctly, Eito thinks. He’s still baffled. Sure, they have an unusual dynamic, fighting each other at every turn during intimacy. If “intimacy” was the right word. But Eito had always been happy to cede the battle to Takumi. He licks his lips. “Why, though?”
The resulting silence makes Eito think he’s accidentally struck a nerve. He opens his mouth to apologize but he’s interrupted as Takumi speaks.
“I’m so tired of leading, of making choices,” Takumi says, and he sounds exhausted . “I don’t want to think.”
From where he’s sitting on Takumi’s lap, he can feel Takumi’s body shake. Is he crying? He takes Takumi’s face in his hands, wiping under his eyes with his gloved thumbs. He considers asking if Takumi is okay but quickly discards that as a stupid question. Instead, he leans forward and wraps his arms around Takumi in a tight embrace. Takumi is sitting with his back against the wall and as Eito goes to rest his face in the crook of Takumi’s neck, he instead hits his head against the concrete with a crack!
“Eito!” Takumi says. He pushes Eito back so he can look at his head. Eito feels his fingers trace along his hairline. It tickles, but he makes himself sit still until Takumi is satisfied he’s not seriously injured.
“Y’know, sometimes people’s pupils get uneven after a head trauma,” Eito says casually, trying to lighten the mood. “I’d say you should look at mine, but…”
Takumi groans. “Clearly, you’re just fine.”
“It would take more than that to actually hurt me,” Eito agrees. He once again cups Takumi’s face, this time pressing his lips to the shorter boy’s mouth. He ran his tongue against the seam of Takumi’s lips, feeling them part somewhat hesitantly.
Eito decides to go on the attack. He is most comfortable on the battlefield, after all. He grabs Takumi by the back of his head, curling his fingers tightly in his hair. Then, he stabs his tongue into Takumi’s mouth, licking into him desperately. He feels Takumi’s breathing quicken. He lets his hands roam over Takumi’s body, pulling his jacket off and hoodie over his head. There needs to be less barriers between their bodies. Between Eito and his objective . So he removes his gloves too.
Takumi allows it to happen. The part of Eito that hates humanity wishes he’d at least put up a bit of a struggle, but Takumi seems resolved to just let Eito do whatever he wants. Well, Eito isn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. He grabs Takumi by the neck and kisses him again, as frenzied as before. Something about Takumi’s overwhelming compliance is making his head fuzzy. His free hand grabs at Takumi’s crotch, rubbing where he can feel the stiffened shape of Takumi’s dick. There’s an unmistakable dampness to the fabric of the sweats, too.
He slides his hand under them, but over Takumi’s boxers. He’s not rushing this. If Takumi wants to stop thinking… Eito’s going to deliver.
One less layer between them, Takumi finally makes a sound as Eito touches him again. It’s a delicious moan that goes directly to Eito’s cock. He wants so badly to fuck Takumi again, and maybe he will get to do that later. Takumi might allow it as a reward if he completes his task to his satisfaction. There’s a fire in his belly at that realization. But he’ll have to earn that first.
Eito takes off the rest of his clothes. He knows Takumi likes looking at him. Humans are very visual creatures after all, so he might as well give Takumi something to enjoy. As he suspected, Takumi lets out a little groan and Eito feels hands lovingly caress his chest, trailing down his toned abdomen and resting on his hips.
“Eito,” Takumi says quietly, like he’s begging.
“Yes, Takumi?” Eito responds. He leans down, close to Takumi’s face. He can feel him breathing heavily.
“Please touch me,” Takumi whispers. He takes Eito’s wrist and guides him, but Eito pulls it away. Takumi whines his complaint.
Eito knows what he wants to do, and it isn’t just jacking Takumi off. He fumbles, removing Takumi’s boxers, and tosses them aside without really caring where they end up as long as they’re not on Takumi and impeding his progress.
He leans in, clumsily aiming a kiss at what he hopes is Takumi’s upper stomach. It’s a miscalculation, though, and he ends up planting his face into Takumi’s binder.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Takumi asks, tone implying he’s less than impressed. Despite that, he doesn’t try to move Eito away.
“Sorry, sorry, I can’t see where I’m going, obviously,” Eito says. “Let me try again…”
Eito readjusts and moves himself down a little lower. This time his lips press against soft, warm skin, and it gets a much better reaction from Takumi, whose hips push up into nothing and makes a needy moan. Eito feels like his lips are on fire. It’s not real, it’s not real, it’s the glitch in your brain. He keeps repeating this to himself as he kisses downwards. Eventually his lips touch hair- coarse, needle-like- it’s not real, it’s the glitch in your brain . Takumi is shivering under him, but Eito can’t tell if it’s from cold or arousal. A few more gentle kisses and he’ll be at his destination. The familiar scent of Takumi’s arousal gets stronger. He admits, he found it disgusting at first, as he did everything about Takumi. Maybe it’s exposure therapy, but he’s used to it now. It’s only… somewhat gross to him at this point.
He forces Takumi’s legs apart. This angle is no good , Eito thinks to himself. He has to move. Or Takumi does. He hoists Takumi by the legs, pulling him down roughly in bed.
Takumi makes a noise of protest but doesn’t actually resist. It’s at this point Eito realizes he’s too tall to make this work the way he’d envisioned, so he drags Takumi down even further, so his ass is hanging off the bed. Eito gets on his knees at the foot of the bed, inching forward.
He decides to mark the inside of Takumi’s thighs first. It’s his payback, since Takumi had done the same to him. There’s… slightly less reward to it, though, since he can’t see his handiwork. He contents himself with the pathetic sounds Takumi makes with each bite. Once he’s sure Takumi is adequately covered in bite marks, he bites down hard one final time and pulls back. Takumi practically howls.
“Well, well, well,” Eito says. “I’ve long thought it was the case, but it’s nice to get confirmation like this. You do have a masochistic streak.” He sighs. “Fine by me, I still enjoy tormenting you.”
“No shit,” Takumi snaps.
Eito buries his face into Takumi. He laps along the outside of Takumi’s hole, tasting him. “You’re so wet. Interesting. And I haven’t even touched your cock yet. Is this just from giving control over to me?”
Predictably, Takumi ignores him. That’s fine, I guess. Just means I’m right.
“Do you want me to suck your dick, Takumi?” Eito asks. He knows Takumi has strong feelings about the way Eito says his name.
“This isn’t about what I want,” Takumi says. “You’re supposed to be doing what you want to me. I put you in charge tonight, remember?”
“What I want? What if that’s hearing you beg? You enjoy making me say filthy things, I might as well return the favor.”
Takumi is quiet for a moment. From his vantage point on the floor, Eito can’t feel much of what’s going on.
“Please, Eito,” Takumi whimpers, “please suck my dick.”
Eito can hear the cringe in Takumi’s voice. It gives him a head rush on par with using his Infuser. “Since you asked so nicely,” he says, mouth pressed against Takumi’s thigh. He presses his lips to the tip of Takumi’s dick, and then takes it into his mouth.
“ Ahhn! ” Takumi moans loudly. Eito’s used to the sound by now but the volume almost makes him pull away on instinct.
He sucks softly. The heat radiating from Takumi’s body makes his face feel even more flushed as he bobs his head, using the point of his tongue to stroke the sensitive head. Takumi immediately starts writhing, trying to pull away.
“No,” Eito growls, and he takes a firm hold on Takumi’s legs, keeping him in place. “Stay.”
It was something Eito noticed Takumi does sometimes. His dick is so sensitive . Even when Eito thought he was being overly gentle, apparently it was still too much. Takumi makes such interesting noises when he’s being overstimulated, and Eito hasn’t heard nearly enough of them.
“Eito!” Takumi cries. Eito can feel his cock throbbing in his mouth, and he sucks at it harder.
Takumi cums, but Eito doesn’t stop. Rather, he slides two fingers into Takumi’s hole. It’s easy with how dripping wet he is at this point, and he can feel the aftershocks of Takumi’s orgasm pulsing around his fingers. Takumi shouts in shock, tinged with pain.
Takumi kicks futilely. “Stop, stop, stop!”
Eito pulls back, raising his head in Takumi’s direction, but he keeps thrusting his fingers, periodically curling them up. “Do you actually want me to stop or are you just saying that?”
He can feel Takumi’s gaze on him. “W-what?”
“You might just be saying ‘stop’ on instinct, in response to an unpleasant stimulus. We should have a separate word for you to use, if you seriously wish to stop,” Eito says, his tone thoughtful. “That way, I can ignore your pitiful pleas until you actually mean it.”
“So… a safeword,” Takumi sighs. “Lemme guess, you saw that in the human sexuality book?”
Eito looks away. “Perhaps. But I still thought it was an interesting concept for… battle training and such.”
“Sure, sure,” Takumi says dismissively. “Well, what do you want the word to be?”
He moves his fingers inside Takumi again while he thinks, pressing in a third while he’s at it. “Scythe,” he answers, after a moment.
“Egotistical jerk,” Takumi quips, with a lot of attitude for someone with the majority of Eito’s fingers inside him.
“No! It just meets the criteria of a good safeword. Easy to say, easy to remember, and not something you’d say normally during this kind of activity.”
Takumi rocks his hips against Eito’s hand. “You put a lot of effort into remembering something for ‘battle training’, Eito. You’re truly dedicated.”
Eito groans and chooses to hold his tongue for now. He pulls his fingers out of Takumi, who grunts at him in annoyance at the loss. “On the subject of the book, there’s something else I want to try.”
“Really?” Takumi asks. Eito hears him sit up and gets to his feet as well.
He steels himself. There’s no way this isn’t going to sound awkward and forced. He’s not sure if it’ll be sexy to Takumi or just uncomfortable. He takes a deep breath. “Can you sit on my face?”
There’s a horrid moment of silence, and then an even worse sound splits the air.
Takumi starts laughing. He laughs and laughs, as if Eito had just told him a hilarious joke and not made an earnest request.
Eito purses his lips.
“Oh, you’re serious? Um, sure, I guess.” Takumi stands up and Eito lays down on the bed. He feels Takumi straddle his mouth. “Are you sure about this, Eito?”
“Stupid as always, Takumi. Questioning me when you freely handed me the reins? I’m supposed to be doing what I want to you,” Eito says. He feels Takumi’s thighs shaking on either side of his ears, warmth radiating from his core. Eito grabs him, wrapping his arms around Takumi and digging his fingers into his hips, pulling him down and holding him in place. He hears a dull slap as, presumably, Takumi braces himself against the wall against the onslaught of Eito’s tongue.
He’s making those noises Eito treats like a reward, the ones that sound like they could belong in either the battlefield or the bedroom. Takumi tries to raise himself back up, but Eito doesn’t allow it, his strong arms forcing Takumi to stay exactly where he is.
“ Fuck, Eito, it- you-“ Takumi stammers nonsensically. Eito would have made a scathing remark about how Takumi’s way with words has been taken from him, if his mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied.
If his goal is “stop Takumi from thinking” he’s pretty sure he’s found a great way to do it. Takumi continues his incoherent ramblings through occasional desperate moans and jolts of his hips. As overwhelmed as Eito is by this current positioning, it’s nice- there’s zero chance of escape from Eito’s ministrations for Takumi. He can feel the fluid from the shorter boy’s hole collect on his chin, and eventually run down his neck. I’m making him clean me up after this , Eito thinks with no shortage of nausea.
One of Takumi’s hands, presumably the one not pressed against the wall for support, grabs Eito’s hair suddenly. His thighs threaten to crush Eito’s head and he wails as he cums for a second time.
Eito keeps licking into him at the same frenetic pace, broad swipes with the flat of his tongue to ensure no part of Takumi’s sensitive dick goes untouched. Above him, Takumi is shaking violently, almost seizure-like.
“ Ah, Eito, stop, it hurts, it’s- it’s too much,” Takumi begs. He tries again, in vain, to pull out of Eito’s mouth. Eito digs his nails into the soft skin of his hips, leaving crescent-moon shapes behind, as a physical way of saying Stay. Put.
He doesn’t hear the safeword among Takumi’s babbles, to his delight, so he continues. The hand in his hair pulls, and Eito can’t stop himself from moaning, as much as he tries to hold it back.
Takumi laughs at the noise Eito makes. “Some things never change, huh?” His voice is shaky and wrecked.
“You’re the worst,” Eito mutters, a small miracle considering his mouth is otherwise occupied. The little tugs on his roots as he laves his tongue over Takumi’s dick are powerful encouragement, as are the pleas Takumi makes for him to stop. He imagines this is pretty painful for him.
Good , Eito thinks, satisfied. Even with his fondness for him, his faulty brain takes enjoyment in making humans suffer. With Takumi, at least he has an acceptable target for these impulses.
Eito is dimly aware of his hips rolling up into nothing. He’s harder than he’s probably ever been, and there’s not much he can do about it for now. Takumi starts struggling again, which provides a much-needed distraction from his own body. When will he learn that he’s not getting away from me?
“Eito, please,” Takumi sobs, and this time his throat sounds wet. Eito knows what that is- Takumi is crying. As if to confirm his suspicions, he feels two warm, wet plops against his forehead. “Fuck!” There’s another gush of fluid and Takumi’s cock throbs against his lips again, as Takumi cums yet again.
He revels in this for a moment, before he feels a crushing weight on his face. Takumi’s slumped against the wall for support, entirely spent. Eito can barely breathe and he taps Takumi’s leg frantically. The boy on top of him doesn’t respond.
Eito’s body tingles like there’s flies crawling over him. He struggles to inhale but can’t, his nose and mouth smothered by Takumi’s crotch. Panic fully sets in and he starts pulling at the skin of Takumi’s hips, leaving long scratches that probably bleed. Takumi raises himself and scrambles away.
“Oh my god, Eito, I’m so sorry,” Takumi says. He still sounds like he’s crying, and he might be crying for multiple reasons at this point. He lifts a shaky hand to Eito’s face, tucking his hair behind his ears. “I think I blacked out.”
Eito gasps for air, lungs burning. He laughs, batting Takumi’s hand away. “That might be your most successful attempted murder on me yet. I think I would’ve been happy to go that way.” He crinkles his face in glee. “That would have been extremely entertaining to see you explain to the others.”
“Freak,” Takumi says, although he sounds more surprised than upset. He’s straddling Eito’s thighs, and Eito can feel him shaking. “I’ve made… a huge mess of your face.”
He sits up, resting against the wall, still trying to catch his breath. Takumi thankfully gives him some space while he recovers. He puts a hand on his chest.
Takumi starts getting off of him. Eito grabs his arm, cocking his head to the side.
“And just where do you think you’re going, Takumi?” he says with a smile. He imagines he looks insane right now: face covered in Takumi’s slick, bright red flush on his cheeks, deranged grin.
“I almost suffocated you. I’m assuming that means we’re done for tonight.”
Eito yanks him back and Takumi yelps in pain. “Well, you know what they say about assuming.”
“Huh?”
“You’ve… never heard that phrase before, have you?” Eito groans, pushing his sunglasses back up with that hand that isn’t currently crushing Takumi’s forearm. “Illiterate little ogre. Nevermind. Do you still have condoms?”
“Um… I think so. I can’t look if you’re grabbing me like that, though, so…” Takumi says, giving a demonstrative tug of his arm. Eito releases him and sits back, folding his hands in his lap.
Takumi stands on wobbly legs and starts digging in his nightstand drawer.
“You really should organize that better,” Eito chides. “If you can’t find them, I can always just kill you after, of course.”
“D-don’t say weird things like that,” Takumi says, but he sounds flustered. Eito chooses not to say anything about that, benevolent as he is.
The rummaging continues for a few more moments.
“Aha!” Takumi closes the drawer. “Found ‘em.”
“Now, be good and put it on for me, won’t you?”
Takumi rolls the condom down along Eito’s length slowly. Eito wonders if he’s inspecting it to make sure there’s no rips before they even have a chance to use it.
“You listen so well like this,” Eito says. “Who knew all I had to do was make you cum until you pass out? I mean, I certainly never would’ve guessed you were such a degenerate. Beneath that hideous exterior, you seemed so naive and innocent.” He can feel Takumi’s hands trembling as he finishes his task. “You’re done? Good.” Without any other prelude, Eito grabs Takumi and wrestles him to the mattress, switching places.
Eito has Takumi pinned to the mattress. He revels in that fact for a minute, before taking his dick in hand and putting the tip inside. Last time he’d shoved his entire length in one go, not savoring the experience. With Takumi this… pliant, he’d be foolish not to draw this out.
He hears Takumi’s breath hitch at the intrusion.
“You feel,” Eito lets out a little gasp, unable to control himself, “ incredible .” It’s only the second time he’s experienced this but he’s convinced it’ll never get old. He pushes in, inch by inch, until he’s fully seated.
Takumi’s shaking returns with a vengeance. Clearly, there hadn’t been long enough of a break.
“Aww, still overstimulated?” Eito asks, his voice dripping with faux sympathy. “I don’t particularly care, of course. Just curious.”
“I’m going to be overstimulated until Day 100 at this fucking point,” Takumi hisses through his teeth.
Eito laughs, clear like a bell. “Hands above your head.” He hears fabric rustle as Takumi obeys without question. With that, he’s able to easily grab both of Takumi’s wrists in one hand and hold them tight. Don’t want Takumi to take a swing at me when he can’t take it anymore. “Good boy,” Eito croons. Takumi always says it to him, which he enjoys. And he’s a good friend, so he should return the favor. It doesn’t escape his notice that he can feel Takumi’s insides quiver at the praise.
“Don’t call me that,” Takumi snaps. Eito immediately reaches down and grabs his throat, cutting his protests short.
“I can tell you like it, there’s no point lying to me when I’m inside you,” Eito says. He can feel Takumi’s pulse racing under his fingertips. He fucks Takumi slowly at first, enjoying every twitch of the shorter boy’s body, before speeding up. Takumi occasionally wheezes out a please or a stop , which Eito ignores. If anything, he goes harder after hearing those requests. He wishes he could see the shade of red Takumi’s face was.
“Eito,” Takumi whines, voice strained.
“That’s my name,” Eito says cheerily and out of breath. He’s quickly realizing how strenuous this is, and is all the more impressed by Takumi’s stamina. “Enough of your pointless begging.” He squeezes the sides of Takumi’s neck harder.
Takumi chokes out a moan, but no more words escape his throat.
There’s no talking for a minute or two, enough noise being made between Eito’s panting and wet skin-slapping with each thrust. Eito lets go, and Takumi takes a sharp, desperate inhale. And then he pulls out, a strand of Takumi’s wetness connecting them.
Takumi makes another pathetic sound, clearly upset at being empty again.
“Get on your hands and knees,” Eito demands. The bed shifts as Takumi moves to obey sluggishly. Eito waits until he’s stopped moving around to push back in, holding Takumi’s hips tightly.
He spares Takumi the gentle buildup and resumes at the same pace from before.
“You should touch yourself,” Eito suggests.
“Why? That’s gonna hurt,” Takumi says.
Eito chuckles. “Hah, maybe it will. But the way it makes you tighten around me feels sooo good. So I don’t particularly care if it hurts you, if it benefits me.” When Takumi doesn’t move immediately, Eito leans down to his ear. “I’m not going to ask again, Takumi.”
Takumi mewls and lifts a hand to his dick. His remaining arm isn’t enough to support him against Eito’s bodyweight and he crumples, face buried into the mattress. Almost immediately, Eito can feel him clench down on his cock. Takumi sobs again and Eito moans, unable to stop himself. The pained sounds coming from Takumi confirm to Eito that Takumi’s dick is still oversensitive, but he does it anyway. Just because I told him to , Eito thinks, a smile spreading across his face. He’s coming to realize he might just enjoy being in control.
He leans forward, forcing Takumi flat against the bed and crushing him slightly under his weight. The new position must do something for Takumi because the sound he makes is hideously loud and Eito has half the mind to strangle him again to shut him up. He’s able to cover Takumi’s body with his own, and he has easy access to Takumi’s neck. He marks the soft skin there, matching the ones on his thighs. Eito is pretty confident there’s still some scattered on Takumi’s neck from last time, but they’re too faded by now. How else will the others know who Takumi belongs to?
Eito fucks into him desperately. He’s been hard for so long, he’s impressed he’s kept it together this whole time. He can tell it’s starting to catch up with him, the itchy-hot feeling of arousal starting to peak.
“Fuck, Eito, you’re making it hard to breathe,” Takumi says quietly. “You’re deceptively heavy.” Despite all that, he seems perfectly content where he is, not struggling against Eito at all.
“You need me to move?” Eito asks. His voice drops the crazed, hard edge he’s had this whole time.
“N-no, I like it,” Takumi says. It’s quick and Eito isn’t sure he heard it right. But after a split-second of thinking, he realizes it makes perfect sense. Takumi enjoyed Eito choking him earlier. It would make sense, then, that being squashed under Eito’s weight is a turn-on.
“Stupid Ugly Takumi,” Eito whispers. “You’re mine. You belong to me .”
Takumi groans, and he once again tightens around Eito, almost impossibly hard.
Eito kisses his neck. “Say it.”
“I- oh, fuck , I’m yours,” Takumi says, between gasping breaths. He sounds exhausted, on the verge of tears and seconds away from passing out.
Eito feels like the room is spinning. He’s not sure why he’s so pleased by this. He… doesn’t really want to think about why that might be the case. “Say it again…” His voice comes out as barely a whine, high and needy.
Takumi wails. “I belong to you, Eito, p-please,” he moans again, wanton, “please cum in me!”
Oh! Well, that’s certainly something he wasn’t expecting. Eito cums immediately, feeling his release into the condom. He bites down onto Takumi’s neck to muffle himself.
To his shock, Eito feels Takumi cum too. It’s way more intense than any of the other times he’s felt. Takumi’s face is turned into the mattress, but Eito can still hear him essentially scream. Eito keeps fucking into him, teeth still buried into Takumi’s throat, until the sensitivity catches up to him and he has to stop moving. He collapses on top of Takumi fully, struggling to breathe. His remaining senses are so overwhelmed, he can’t move.
“I know I said I liked you laying on top of me, but this is too far,” Takumi grumbles. “Seriously, get off of me.”
Eito rolls over and flops onto his back. How can Takumi talk right now?
Takumi sits up, and Eito feels him move a little bit. “Oh good,” Takumi says. “No condom mishaps this time. I really didn’t want to go take another one of those pills. Even if it gives me an excuse to make you dote on me again.” He removes Eito’s condom and throws it away, noticing in passing how much is in there.
“Good,” Eito agrees. He can’t move. He’s going to die and become part of Takumi’s bed for eternity. “Well, did you… get what you wanted out of this?” Did I do a good job? is the part he leaves unspoken.
“Yeah,” Takumi takes a deep breath in and exhales slowly. “I did.” He lays back down next to Eito, taking his now-customary place with his head on Eito’s chest, throwing his arm over Eito’s stomach and intertwining their legs. They’re both disgustingly sweaty and covered in bodily fluids. “Nice work, Eito,” he says once he’s settled.
“ ‘Nice work’?” Eito repeats, dumbfounded. “You’re saying this as if we just closed a difficult business transaction, not…”
Takumi huffs. “Just take the praise, okay?”
“Trust me, I am also taking the praise,” Eito says. He runs his fingers through Takumi’s damp hair. “We can rest for a bit, but I’m going to need to shower.” He sniffs. “You should too. You smell worse than usual.”
At that point Takumi gives up, which Eito is grateful for. He needs some quiet time to process everything. Takumi’s breathing finally returns to normal and for a while they breathe in sync, not moving, not talking. It’s… peaceful, considering everything that’s just happened. It’s nice enough Eito almost considers skipping the shower and taking a nap with Takumi like this.
Almost.
He sits up, dislodging an unhappy, sleepy Takumi, and stretches. And then he picks Takumi up, practically throwing him over his shoulder.
“Wh- wh- what are you doing!?” Takumi yells, as Eito carries him to the bathroom.
Eito smiles. “I said, we need to shower. You
stink
.”