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Too much red, nope! Hmmm, maybe but the print might be a little too busy and he’s going for bold but cute statements, not migraines on miniskirts. Getting a print drawn and custom printed always costs so much more than going for readymade but at least he can be certain no one else will have the same fabric as him. He can also be very picky about the weight too, which would be another bonus. Perfect drape and no repeats of the fiasco from three years back where someone picked the same printed rayon for the shirts in their range as he had and he’d had to remove himself from their runway show to stop himself sneaking backstage and introducing the designer to his microphone.
Copying the link from his browser into a list of possibilities, he frowns. He already knows it’s not going to be right. Ramuda knows what he wants and what he wants isn’t that. What he wants apparently does not exist. It doesn’t take heading out to the warehouse and seeing things in person to know that. He’s going to have to give that artist from two seasons back a call but that can wait for tomorrow, it’s getting late and he really doesn’t feel like dealing with people right now. He shouldn’t even be bringing his work home with him like this but sometimes there’s no avoiding it.
Sharp knocks on his door almost mock him. Eyes dizzy from hours of flicking through photos on his suppliers website, he blinks in the direction of the door trying to figure out whose silhouette he might be seeing through the frosted glass. Dice hasn’t been home for a couple of days and while that isn’t his knocking style, it might be a cop dropping off the poor gambler after being dragged in for questioning about one of his many shady underground circles. Unlikely as he’s pretty sure they wouldn’t personally escort a grown adult home, but maybe it’s time Dice got pulled in for something, it could teach him a lesson (also unlikely).
It’s just as likely to be Yakuza trying to get someone to pay up for a debt Dice has fallen into; in that case the knocking would be far less welcome. He’s definitely lacking enough brain cells to give out Ramuda’s address to people seeing as it’s the closest thing he has to a home. It’s not like he can’t hold his own against most men as long as he has his microphone but it’s a hassle. A hassle and Samatoki is in for an earful if it is Yakuza, even though they’re very unlikely to be under his control if they’re operating in Shibuya.
“Be there in like, one sec okay!” Blacking out his iPad screen and resting it on the coffee table he clears his throat. Dice is going to be in for it if he has sent thugs to his apartment.
Holding his mic behind his back, he smiles as he opens the door. Here he is, cute and unassuming and completely capable of rendering someone brain dead with a couple of freestyle verses.
Unfortunately it’s not the police, it’s not Yakuza either. It’s worse. Jakurai.
Towering over him with a frustratingly calm face, stands a possibility so horrific that Ramuda hadn’t even considered it. Why the hell is Jakurai at his apartment? Smile wiped from his face, he swings the door back again, intending to lock it and ignore the incredibly infuriating Doctor. Unfortunately (and inevitable given their massive size difference), he’s stopped halfway. Apparently he’s not going to win that easily.
“Amemura-kun, believe me, if it were up to me I wouldn’t be here either.” Ramuda has to wonder about that, there’s literally no reason on earth why Jakurai would have to be at his door. “A member of your division found himself stranded in Shinjuku.”
Ramuda doesn’t have to think for a second about who that might be. Giving up on his fight to get the door closed he steps backwards, letting the hand holding his microphone drop into full view. Jakurai needs to know he’s armed.
“Leave him there and then buzz off please, old man~!” Now looking past Jakurai he can see Dice, leaning against the balcony railing with his hands in pockets of unfamiliar jeans. “Was he naked?”
Dice doesn’t own more than the clothes on his own back at any given time. If he has new clothes it’s because of one of two reasons, Jakurai had to give him them or he won enough money to replace his previously tattered and worn out outfit. He has to bite back a giggle at the last option. No way would Dice ever end up walking away from gambling with enough money for that.
“Not quite, however I didn’t think torn boxers were particularly suitable for walking around in.” Jakurai confirms his suspicions.
“Hey uh, you guys know I’m right here right?” Dice pipes up, “You’re talking about me like I’m some lost animal or something.”
For once, he’s remarkably spot on.
“I was so close to winning big right, so close and then whe-”
“Hahaha, sounds like always.” Reaching around Jakurai, he manages to grasp Dice’s sleeve without having to step out of his doorway. “Did you thank the weird grandpa for buying you new clothes?”
He can just spot acknowledgement of his words in Jakurai’s expression. It’s not as much as he’d like though, he wants to make him fully understand how pissed he is that he’s here. Especially as there’s plenty of ways that Jakurai could have gotten Dice back to him without personally escorting him. Dice may not be able to be trusted with money or anything that could be bartered for it but he could have gotten him a one trip ticket and pushed him through the gate or something.
“He’s pretty cool actually.” Dice speaks without even considering the tense atmosphere between Jakurai and Ramuda. “Got me ramen and everything, thanks old guy.”
There’s no keeping in Ramuda’s laughter at that. Bless Dice and his complete and utter lack of intelligence.
“There we go~ And now that he’s thanked you, you don’t have to hang about any longer.” He makes sure his tone is absolutely adorable to offset the fact he’s telling him to essentially, fuck off. “Bye bye ~ Back to Shinjuku with you, we don’t wanna see your gross old face around here any longer!”
“Amemura-kun.” That’s not a tone of voice that sounds like it’s about to follow with a good-bye. Or any sort of bye for that matter. “Would I be able to have a moment? I feel it’s important we discuss something.”
“Nope.” He responds a lot faster than is polite. “You can’t have any of my moments. I’m going to give them Dice actually.”
Shoving his mic in his pocket, he again tries to swing the door shut in Jakurai’s face and fails. It is nice that he’s fed Dice and provided him with clothing and transport so he won’t get arrested for indecent exposure or have to try find his way back by foot but that’s enough. It’s not Ramuda’s fault his heart is too big.
“Amemura-kun.” No he just sounds like a scolding parent, which is way super gross.
“I’m giving you until the count of ten old man.” May as well turn it around on him. There’s a thick tension in the air between them and it speaks of many things they should probably discuss but Ramuda refuses to. The fact Jakurai wants to talk is terrifying. Surely it can’t be about them considering Dice is around but even if it’s just a question about their next scheduled rap battle. He doesn’t want to hear it.
“Uh, actually you guys mind if I go for a walk or… something?” Dice sounds uncomfortable. By some miracle has he caught on to the tense atmosphere? Ramuda didn’t think he had perception for that. “Wanna get some air and stuff, might go see Gentarou or something.”
He’s definitely caught on to the tense atmosphere between them. Ramuda almost wants to applaud him for using his brain but, this really isn’t the situation to finally use his brain in. He got Ramuda into this situation, he’s meant to be his way out too!
“No no nope~ If you’re getting dragged here by strange geezers after being found naked in the streets, I don’t think I can trust you~” His grip on Dice’s arm tightens. Please don’t leave him alone with this insufferable old man.
Looking up at Dice’s face he sees conflict in his expression. Listen to the guy putting a roof over his head or get out of a potentially dangerous situation? Those must be the choices he’s trying to decide between.
“Yeah nah, I’m out.” He makes up his mind, pulling his arm out of Ramuda’s grip and near jumping out of range. “See ya in a bit. Thanks Doc!”
Both men’s eyes follow his silhouette as he makes his way to the stairs and out of sight. Well, fuck. Thanks for nothing, Dice.
“Now it’s your turn to follow him, bye-bye~” Folding his arms he stares Jakurai down.
He half expects him to start talking about whatever it is he’s so desperate to say that he’s willing to talk to Ramuda beyond ‘pleasantries’ right there. Though he’s not that surprised when Jakurai pushes past him, moving straight to untying his shoes as though he expects Ramuda to invite him in properly. Whatever this is about, it’s probably the reason he decided to escort Dice rather than just shove him in the direction of a train. Ugh fine, he’s in here now but one step out of line and he really won’t hesitate to pull his mic out of his pocket.
“What’s all this about? I know you didn’t have to bring him here yourself.” He demands, voice dropping, his mood is clear.
“And I assure you Amemura-kun, if this were anything to do with myself, I would not have.” There’s a frustrating amount of grace in the way Jakurai rights his hair after standing up. “However, there are a few things we should speak about in regards to that child.”
“Don’t put it like that, he’s not my kid. He’s not your kid either.” He’s also not their child which is an even grosser thought. “You don’t get to have a say in his life just cause you got him a new shirt.”
Taking a moment to breathe in, he rights himself. Time to rein it in, he hates letting Jakurai know just how much he’s getting to him.
“’Kay~ so if you just wanna chat about my new range I’ll show you what I’ve been thinking about fabric wise, I know you love that so much!” He knows Jakurai does not in fact like being shown fabric after fabric in slightly different shades while he goes into detail about what’s not quite right about them.
“It’s about his gambling addiction. I believe if you let me spend some time with him, I may able to use my-”
“Hahaha did I hear something? Nope, thought not.” Shit, he’s really not giving up. “Definitely not someone about to say they want to use their hypnosis mic on my division member, riiiight?”
Crossing his legs as he sits, Jakurai claims one of the arm chairs in Ramuda’s living room. Not his own one, Jakurai (unfortunately) knows which chair is his favourite all too well. Not that he’s been here in some time but Ramuda hasn’t exactly bothered to change much since then any way.
“If you could stop being immature for even two minutes, that would be greatly appreciated.” Folding his hands in his lap, Jakurai fixes him with a look.
Ugh, fine. Climbing into the chair opposite Jakurai, his favourite one, he kicks off his slippers before he tucks his legs up onto it. Half because the way he sits gets Jakurai’s eyebrow to twitch, half because it’s just way more comfortable to sit this way. He knows Dice has a problem, a very serious one that will likely see him completing the other half of his MC name before he’s reached 25 at this rate, but he doesn’t want Jakurai to be the one to fix it. Jakurai’s already viewed as some kind of angel, he doesn’t need even more reason for the people around him to revere him.
“He’s only 20, I don’t know if you can remember what you were doing back then but I was sure still making mistakes.” Like you. “But at the same time, he’s totally an adult so he’s not anyone’s responsibility except his own.”
“You care about him.” He only says four words but that’s more than enough to see Ramuda’s façade start to shift again. He does care about Dice, as much as he hates that fact he really does care; that still doesn’t mean he wants Jakurai to have anything to do with him.
“And he’s my division member, not yours.” He snaps back. Plastering a smile on his face he reaches for a bowl of candy on the coffee table. “Don’t you have a really depressed guy in your division? So like, if you haven’t been able to help him, what makes you think you can help Dice?”
It’s a low blow and he knows it but as he unwraps the lollipop and slips it between his lips, he feels smug. The comment definitely ruffles Jakurai and good, if he’s going to come to his house and tell him he’s doing a shit job of keeping his pet on a leash, then Jakurai deserves to hear similar remarks.
“I will not discuss a patient with you.” Anger pushes through his words. Ooh he’s not just ruffled, he’s livid. Good. “Doppo-kun is completely separate to this matter.”
“’Kay~ Well how about if you can prove to me you’re making progress with him, I’ll think about letting you help Dice?” Making a show of licking the lollipop before taking it back into his mouth, he stares directly into those usually kind eyes. The only part of each man currently showing their true emotions.
“I just said I would not discuss patients with you did I not?” The fact he can keep some semblance of calm despite how he’s being provoked, is really quite amazing. “As you said, he is an adult, his decisions are his own. If he wished for me to help him, you would have no say.”
Ramuda knows that, he does but it feels like almost as low of a blow for him to hear it as his own words to Jakurai must have been. Well, his words were probably a lot worse but he’s also very aware that his temper is also a lot worse than Jakurai’s. It takes all his self control not to bite down on his lollipop. Due to that fact, he has no self control remaining to stop himself from pushing himself off his chair and taking the few steps over to the one Jakurai occupies.
Jakurai has his points. He knows that. But he’s forced his way into his house uninvited and started trying to worm himself into his affairs. Frustration and anger burn wildly within him. Reaching into his pocket he produces his microphone, watching Jakurai’s expression carefully. He doesn’t seem surprised but there’s something similar to concern briefly flickering through his eyes. Of course, Jakurai doesn’t have his own on him and he’s a sitting duck without that cumbersome thing. That’s exactly why Ramuda places his own behind him on the table. It’s no fun if Jakurai goes down without a fight. He may be underhanded but he doesn’t want things to be boring.
There’s a far more interesting form of punishment he wants to use. One that not only gets back at Jakurai for tonight, but for many nights where Ramuda’s found himself wobbling out of his apartment the morning after, aching and bruised. It’s never been anything he hasn’t asked for or wanted but that doesn’t change how long the colours decorating his hips remain afterwards.
Jakurai doesn’t say anything as he climb onto the chair, a knee on each arm to both give him a height boost and keep this from looking like a complete sexual advance. He can’t deny that in some twisted way, that’s what this is but he wants none of the pleasure he’s getting from this to be derived from that fact.
“So I got like, a feeling that there’s another reason you’re here, hmm?” Pressing the lollipop to Jakurai’s lips, he leans over him to make it obvious that for once, he has the height advantage. “There’s no way you just came out here to talk about Dice. You could have done that all without me knowing.”
Eyes narrow as Jakurai takes in his words. He knows there’s at least some truth to what he’s saying.
“You’re just a dirty old man who can’t get over adorable little me aren’t you~?” Ah now this line of conversation? This is fun. This is the kind of riling up Jakurai that he enjoys and he hopes the doctor is willing to leave things going down this track. “But old men like you get punished for that you know? You’re not some cute Onee-san who can get away with being a bit naughty.”
Pulling the lollipop away from Jakurai’s lips he places it back on his tongue, sucking hard as he watches the other man. It’s interesting, how their dynamic can change so, so easily. Usually by the time they’re this close, he’s barely keeping Jakurai under control with well timed taunts. Then again, Jakurai is usually drunk when they dare approach this path, often he is too. He can’t remember the last time they were both sober.
“Say ahhh~”
Grabbing his jaw with his free hand, Ramuda squeezes, forcing his lips apart. Perhaps Jakurai doesn’t comprehend quite where this is going, as he lets his mouth fall open easily afterwards. Well he’s about to learn. Pulling as much sickly sweet saliva as he can onto his tongue, he positions his mouth directly above the doctor’s. Realisation shows on Jakurai’s face just as it’s too late.
As it drips between his lips and Jakurai’s his saliva shines pink, strong with the flavour of the candy he’s been sucking. Jakurai’s lips remain apart, accepting the fact he’s spitting into his mouth despite the disgust growing in his expression. Well then, if he’s willing to accept this then perhaps Ramuda really will get to enjoy himself.
“Hahaha wow you really are gross, I can’t believe you let me do that.” Fingers pinch Jakurai’s nose, other hand holding his jaw shut. He’s going to swallow whether he likes it or not. “Now now grandpa, you may be getting off on this already but it’s Ramuda’s house which means Ramuda’s rules.”
Climbing off the chair, he waves the candy dramatically as he talks. It feels good to have power over Jakurai.
“So, you have a choice, stay here with me and we can have some fun.” The lollipop clatters in an almost empty rubbish bin to punctuate his sentence, adding a little bit of extra flair to things as he makes his way to the door. “Or keep that mouth of yours shut and run back to Shinjuku without another words about my division members~”
“Think about this before you act, Amemura-kun.” Jakurai’s response doesn’t give a hint to which answer he’s choosing. There’s concern in his voice but he frustratingly can’t tell if it’s due to potential regrets they may have after this is said and done if they do go forwards, or about Dice’s situation.
“That’s not an answer~ Now, coat off and on your knees...” His hand reaches for the pull cord on the blinds, shutting out the outside world. Hand hovering near the lock on the door he gives Jakurai a very pointed look. “Or up and out with you.”
He gets his answer when Jakurai slowly stands, sighing to himself before moving his hands to the tie of his coat.
“I have one remaining request.” He speaks slowly as he lays his coat over the back of the chair. “Whatever you have planned, would I be able to use your bathroom beforehand?”
“Hahaha do you have to piss old man?” Irritation shows as Jakurai stares in response to his giggles. “In that case you get to kneel on the tiles~”
Flicking the lock dial shut so Dice won’t be able to walk in on them if he returns, Ramuda’s eyes shine with glee as he takes in Jakurai obeying him. He doesn’t have to; he could just as easily refuse his demands and make his way home and yet with full knowledge that Ramuda isn’t going to be remotely nice he’s making his way to the tiles. Pulling a hair tie from his pocket, he starts to mess with his hair, stalling where he stands as he attempts to put it in a bun.
That won’t do.
Fingers entwine themselves in his hair, yanking and tugging until Jakurai’s forced to drop to his knees. Low sounds egg him on and he pulls harder than need be, wondering if he’ll end up pulling out hair before Jakurai properly acknowledges the pain he must be causing him. God, he could get off on just this alone, ordering and pulling around a man most others would give the utmost respect. Taking the band from Jakurai’s hands, he slips it into his own pocket.
“How else am I meant to mop up my floor if your hair isn’t there to do it for me~?” This isn’t exactly the direction he’d intended to take things initially but he can roll with it. As long as it ends with the degradation and humiliation of Jakurai, he doesn’t care what happens in the process. “After all, if you make a mess, it’s your fault, not mine.”
Giving one last, hard pull, he finally gets a proper pained moan from Jakurai. How satisfying.
“Okay old man~ Stay here for me okay, moving is a no no.” In complete contrast to his previous actions, he taps Jakurai on the nose. “Try hold it in for me~”
Skipping to his room, the smile on his face darkens. Sure he and Jakurai have never had the most vanilla sex life but that was years ago. He never would have thought Jakurai would so easily slip back into submitting to him. It will be hard for Ramuda not to slip back into his old ways too. This isn’t the trusting and carefully negotiated thing they used to do. This is revenge, it’s cruel and mean and something they probably shouldn’t be doing. What they should be doing is talking about where they stand, what they want, how they feel but Ramuda has zero interest in that. No way.
Scanning his room he takes in the barely organised chaos that it exists in. A good thing he’s not bringing Jakurai in here, there’s not even room on his bed for him. Soft toys, discarded clothes and a couple of sketchbooks take up the space. Dragging a stool over to his open wardrobe, he climbs onto it, reaching for a box of supplies that he hasn’t touched in quite some time. Not to say that he isn’t managing to get laid, even outside of the mess he has with Jakurai he’s having no problems there; he just hasn’t had many people keen on this side of things. It’s tempting to take this way too far, bring out the entire box and keep Jakurai a moaning mess for hours on end but as lovely as that would be, he restrains himself, pulling out only what he needs to restrain the doctor instead. Jakurai isn’t deserving of that amount of effort. He isn’t even going far with what effort he is spending on him, jumping back down to the floor he throws the bundle of rope between his hands. Only enough to keep Jakurai’s wrists securely behind his back.
Peering out the door he manages to catch Jakurai shifting uncomfortably. Ah, he must think he’s not being watched. Mostly he’s still annoyingly composed but small movements and the very faint signs of distress in his expression tell another story. Ramuda can’t help himself, inhaling shakily as he reaches down to palm himself through his pants. He hadn’t expected to find himself getting so into this quite so quickly, there’s going to be zero hiding how turned on he is by making Jakurai fall apart. Oh well, it’s more fun if he knows that every little bit of desperation and shame he feels only fuels Ramuda’s arousal.
“Still staying put for me out there~? He sings out.
Jakurai’s reaction is all too delicious, halting his swaying and trying to wipe the hints of desperation from his face, it’s good to see that he’s still human behind his cool, calm and composed demeanour. His hips grind into his hand, wanting more than the meagre amount of contact he’s allowing himself. Holding back a small moan he lets himself indulge a little longer, feeling his cock twitch eagerly through the fabric. He can’t let himself get carried away though, this is will be far less fun is he cums before he’s even started playing properly.
Jakurai’s eyes focus on the rope in his hands as he makes his way back to him. Did he expect more? Is he disappointed because Ramuda isn’t going all out? Ha, you’re not worth that old man. Even this, going to the effort of tying him up and stalling so that he’ll humiliate himself is more than he deserves.
Without another word as he positions himself behind Jakurai, he yanks his arms behind his back. Does Jakurai still remember their old safe word? That’s a silly question as he’s still holding feelings he shouldn’t be, Ramuda would be surprised if has forgotten anything. Will he trust Ramuda to stop he if does use it though? That’s a better question.
No! He needs to stop thinking about things like that. None of that matters. He’s just here to see the old man a degraded mess. The silence between them as he easily goes through the motions to bind his wrists is weird. Time to change that.
“Haha, you give in to me so easily old man, been having others tie you up while I haven’t been here?” That’s much better, talking shit helps him keep more on top of those straying thoughts. “Or am I the only one with the balls to do it? Am I the only one who knows under that respectful exterior that you’re just as gross and human as all the rest of us?”
Pulling the ends of the knot and he’s done, testing the tie he confirms that he hasn’t lost his touch. He really should find other people who will let him exercise this skill; it’s such a shame to let it go to waste like it has been.
“You speak like you yourself are human rather than a demon.” Jakurai speaks up for the first time since kneeling.
The words have both anger and amusement flaring in some gross twisted monster. Standing from where he crouches he makes sure to stand on Jakurai’s hair, twisting his steps as he walks around him until he hears a hiss of pain.
“Still keen old man or you wanna wimp out?” He taunts, tilting Jakurai’s chin up to him.
“Ramud-”
A sharp sound cracks across the room as Ramuda’s hand makes contact with his check. Head falling to the side, Jakurai reacts with a low moan. Breathing audible, it shakes as Jakurai rights himself; a handprint already shows on his cheek as he makes eye contact again. How lovely.
“I am, Amemura-kun.”
“Yay! Everybody’s on board then~” Balancing on one foot he brings the other to Jakurai’s bladder, time for some real fun. “I wonder, did that make you lose any control~? Or am I just going to have to work harder?”
As he presses down he hears a hitch in Jakurai’s breath, his eyes shutting tight. Wow, he really must be close to losing it. Pressing down harder, the desperation in Jakurai’s expression becomes clear, it feels so good to be directly responsible for making him act so disgracefully.
“Go on gramps, this is a no judging zone, you can pee if you needa~!” He sings out in just about the most annoying tone he can manage. “What’s the point in trying to hold back when we both know how this is going to end up?”
Predictably Jakurai doesn’t relent and he’s thankful for that. Watching him struggle against the inevitable is so much more fun.
“Oh and guess what!” Giggling, he puts on more pressure. “I’ve got nothing in your size so whatever mess you make, you’re gunna have to go home like that~”
Of all things, Jakurai responds with a moan. Distress shows clearly on his face but his other reactions don’t lie, he really is getting off on this. So is Ramuda though, his cock reminding him with throbs of arousal that he’s really neglecting himself here to play with Jakurai. Has Jakurai noticed? He hopes he has, he purposely didn’t arrange himself to make his boner less noticeable in hopes he would.
“So shameful, no matter how highly anyone thinks of you, you’re still here getting off on the fact you’re gunna piss yourself any second now. What do you think your new division would think if they could see you hmm? Or all those patients that hold you in such high regard?” Jakurai’s thighs twitch visibly; he must be only just able to hold himself back. “Hahaha, you’d probably get off on that too right? You’d hate it but you wouldn’t be able to stop how good it feels for them to see you in this state.”
Panic flashes across his face before Jakurai groans. The sound changes from distress to relief as his black pants start to shine with liquid. Keeping pressure on his bladder he only helps him along, giggling as he watches the flow speed up, a puddle steadily growing beneath him.
“Ewwww yuck! You really pissed yourself.” As he moves his foot down Jakurai’s body to grind it into his dick, he feels urine reach his grounded foot too. Disgusting, but who cares, he’s not the one who’s thoroughly ashamed as his bladder empties itself uncontrollably. “And you’re getting me wet too? There’s gunna be punishment for that old man~!”
While the puddle spreads near indefinitely in front of him, behind him it does no such thing, Jakurai’s hair acting as a very good towel. Wow that’s going to be so, so gross for him to deal with later. He can’t help but let out another giggle at the thought. A faint yet unmistakable smell is already hanging in the air around him, he can’t imagine how disgusting Jakurai is going to be if he doesn’t let him clean up before leaving. Giggling cuts into a moan as he imagines strangers looking on in disgust and quietly moving away, Jakurai trying to hide his shame and perhaps arousal at their stares. Maybe he really is messed up, getting off on these thoughts.
As Jakurai’s stream starts to slow, he feels new movement under his foot. Finally Jakurai’s cheeks start to tint pink as his dick twitches, growing undeniably hard at a rate even Ramuda’s surprised by. Putting enough weight on it that it should be painful, he hears a grunt from Jakurai that can’t be from anything but pleasure. The sounds don’t stop as Ramuda steps on him further, putting so much weight on his dick that it should border painful.
“Oh? Are you getting hard from that already? You’ve made such a mess of your pants already and now you want to make more of a mess by cumming in them too?” Grabbing the top of Jakurai’s hair he tugs sharply, inciting another sound of pleasure at the pain he causes. Grinding the ball of his foot in, he has no mercy on how he’s treating his cock either. “You really are something old man.”
While it would be easy to just let Jakurai finish like this, give him an ultimately shameful and unsatisfying orgasm by making him rut against his foot, he has another idea. It’s not one he’s tried before and it’s going to be super embarrassing if it doesn’t work but with his mic sitting just in the corner of his vision, maybe it’s worth a shot.
Jakurai gives the closest thing Ramuda’s ever heard to a whine from him as he removes his foot. How embarrassing, the man’s nearing 40 and he reacts like that. Taking in the state of Jakurai, Ramuda lets his hand drops to his own crotch, giving himself a tiny, tiny bit of relief. Face flushed and panting, sitting in a puddle of his own piss with his cock straining against his drenched pants, he’s a mess. He could be more of a mess though and Ramuda’s very keen to try that.
The sound of his microphone powering on drowns out the sound of shaking breathing from Jakurai briefly. Anyone else could potentially get in trouble for this unauthorised use of their mic, a crowd of women showing up to put a stop to his antics if it’s waves are detected but he’s confident he sits a little outside of the rules. He’s well aware of the fact he’s got far more leeway with these things than anyone else but Jakurai is not, which makes this all the more fun. Besides, it’s not like he would care, he’s not the one whose reputation might be destroyed by being found like this.
Scepticism is evident on Jakurai’s face as he comes into view again. Ramuda can’t blame him, he too would be concerned about what someone as petty and vindictive as himself might do with his microphone to a restrained man. Holding it clearly in view with one hand, he drags a seat over in front of Jakurai with the other. His feet are still wet as he tucks them underneath himself which is totally gross but at least the seat he’s chosen is plastic and can be easily cleaned.
“Amemura-kun, think carefully before you use that.” Jakurai’s voice shakes slightly. Oh, has he scared him? How cute. Yet no safe word comes, nor any true objections, somehow he’s still keen for this.
“Oh? What is it you’re worried about old man?” He smiles sweetly, it’s not something he has to fake at all, he really is enjoying this. Bringing the microphone to his lips settles on trying to make Jakurai a little more susceptible to his words before starting. Can’t hurt to be safe when this whole idea is entirely untested.
“Worried about me hurting you?
What little cute me is gunna do?
I assure you really! I mean no harm, let Ramuda work his charm."
"Or is it the Onee-sans that frighten you?
Scared they’ll see just what you’re into?
Cause yes you know they may find out, but c’mon old man it’ll be fun, no doubt.”
Watching the sceptical expression on Jakurai’s face fall back to his previous, lust lost look, he figures that’s enough. While he could go through with completely hypnotising Jakurai, having him so lost he may not even remember what’s happened once he’s powered his mic off, he doesn’t want him out of it for this. He wants Jakurai completely aware of how he’s undoing him with only his voice.
“There is always a chance isn’t there? Of like, them busting through the door and coming to take away my mic. Aww I don’t think a single cute Onee-san of mine would rweally take away my pwecious mic but they would see you wouldn’t they?” Giggling, Ramuda leans forward and lets himself stroke Jakurai’s cheek. “And I bet they’d talk too, they looove~ to gossip some of them! Looking like an absolute disgrace, the great Jinguji Jakurai sitting in his own piss and wriggling his hips as if it’s gunna help him get off~ Ahaha, you’d be ruined.”
It seems to be working, quiet moans and hitches of breath escape Jakurai’s lips as he moves to try and get some friction. It’s really worked! His heart beats rapidly in his chest with accomplishment and thrill, he’s literally got Jakurai wrapped around his finger right now. How exciting. How embarrassing for Jakurai. What’s probably more embarrassing for him than how easily he fell into this state, is exactly what Ramuda’s saying; such humiliating words and yet he’s still reacting like this. Ah how fun, he should really record this for later use; it’s doubtful he’ll ever get to see such a satisfying sight again.
“You totally do like that idea don’t you? When I said that kinda thing before I was just guessing but you’re actually like, some kinda sick exhibitionist. You want people to see how much you love this.” Holding his mic closer to his lips, he lets his voice lower. “But at the same time I bet you want nothing more than for me to get down there and touch you properly don’t you? Taking that disgusting dick of yours between my lips and suck you off. Or do you want me to ride you old man? Grind down on you with every thrust just to make sure you never forget how good I feel.”
Jakurai’s eyes flutter closed, his hips rolling upwards in shallow thrusts; it’s as much as he can manage without over balancing himself. It really was cruel to take away the use of his hands wasn’t it? It’s so, so tempting to let his own free hand drop to his dick and start touching himself to rub it in that he has the freedom to do so. The second Jakurai’s cum he’s finally letting himself have relief. Really he’s being so selfless right now, putting all this concentration into talking Jakurai off while not even touching himself.
“Too bad. I’m gunna stay up here, you don’t even deserve what I was giving you before.” The hand on Jakurai’s face slides upwards tangling in his hair. “After all look at what you’ve done. Haha I should make you clean this all up yourself right? You’re so gross that you’d probably get off on that too~!”
As his voice pitches up he forces Jakurai’s head down, forcing him to stare at his reflection in the cooling puddle around him. He wonders if Jakurai had known how he looked, because the sound he makes as he sees how undone he is certainly hints at him not knowing. Hearing him with no restraints and completely vulnerable like this has Ramuda himself wanting to moan. He’s really not going to last long when he finally allows himself to get off; this whole thing has him so on edge already.
“You know I don’t think we ever really pushed you to your limits enough, just what else do you get off on? What a shame the mere sight of you sickens me now, it might have been fun to see how much I can break you before you say stop.” Letting his grip go on Jakurai’s hair he’s not really surprised when he doesn’t raise his head. “Look at me old man, I know you’re so worked up by the fact you pissed yourself but I’m sure my cute face is more interesting than your own mess. And how do I know you aren’t trying to grind against yourself when you’re like that? You’re so desperate and depraved, I really wouldn’t be surprised.”
Jakurai’s hair drips from further up as he rights himself, soaking into the lower half of his turtleneck now. Lips parted and eyes glazed over Ramuda wonders if he has gone too far, has he been altering Jakurai’s mind state more than he intended without meaning to? Ah well, even if he has been, that’s still fun~!
“Do you wanna cum?” He asks outright, voice low.
“Yes.” His voice comes out broken, needy and desperate.
“You can do better than that; don’t think I’ll let you off that easily.”
He can tell Jakurai really doesn’t want to plead for his release, even if he’s somewhat hypnotized his sensibilities are somehow prevailing. Too bad. If he can get this far then he can at least give him a little bit of begging.
“If you won’t even give me a please then I’ll just leave you here, go jerk off in my room and you can spend the night kneeling here in your own piss.” He doesn’t even speak into the mic for that, twirling it in his hand as he smirks. Jakurai doesn’t even need it at this point, he’s sure he could push him over the edge without it. “Think about what that would do to your knees, your back too. Think about your joints, geezer, you aren’t as young as you used to be.”
Eyes narrowing, Jakurai fixes him with what he assumes is meant to be a glare. It’s really not effective when his cheeks are so pink and his lips are parted so lewdly.
“Mmmm?”
“Please, Amemura-kun.” Wavering as he pushes the words out, Ramuda can tell its taking effort to even speak, to force himself to beg. “Please.”
“Yay~! Congrats, you did it!” Clearing his throat he brings the microphone back to his lips. “Begging someone like me though, is that really how far you’ve fallen? Maybe rather than me riding you you’d want me to be on top hmm? Nothing to be embarrassed about but oh, the way you would act would be. Me fingering you until you can’t form sentences, having you cum dry on them alone before pushing in, showing no mercy as I fuck you hard. Keep you moaning and squirming shamelessly. Then when I’m too spent to keep fucking you, I’ll just fill you with toys. Have you tortured by pleasure and completely overstimulated. You’d hate it wouldn’t you? But you’d be addicted. Everyone would wonder where their dear Doctor has gone; they’d never guess he was tied to my bed, unable to think of anything but how much he craves being filled again.”
The look on Jakurai’s face as his climax hits is almost as beautiful as the sound he makes. Both are almost disgustingly honest, he has no energy left to hold back any more. There must be something about using the microphone, he almost can’t believe he’s able to turn Jakurai into this with only his voice. These things have a far more interesting use than just as weapons. Or perhaps this is more dangerous than using them as a weapon. Bringing Jakurai to his knees, shaking and moaning like he is right now as the aftershocks of what had to be a mind blowing orgasm hit him sounds far more fun than simply causing pain and mental stress.
Powering off his microphone he sets it behind himself as he climbs back to the floor. The splash as his feet hit the tiles and the way Jakurai looks up at him, gasping for breath and face almost blank have his hands shaking as he goes to unzip his fly. Does Jakurai perhaps think he’s going to fuck his mouth? Ha, as nice as that might feel, he’d love that and now that he’s cum, Ramuda is done with even hypothetical situations in which Jakurai might get to touch him. This will be quick anyway.
A sigh escapes him as his hand closes around his sorely neglected cock. Finally, proper contact. Just to tease he drags the head across Jakurai’s cheek, watching the trail of precum left in his wake, he can’t wait to leave more of a mess on that handsome face. Jakurai looks disappointed as he pulls back, starts pumping his hand with obvious intent to finish himself off as efficiently as possible.
“Don’t think I’m gunna give you anything you want.” Pushing past how desperate he sounds as he speaks, he manages a smile. “It’s time for me to have fun now~!”
He really, really was pushed to his limits without any real contact. He knows if Jakurai were to try the same thing on him with a mic right now, he wouldn’t last two seconds. Hell he might not even need a mic, that low voice has always been so annoyingly hot even if he doesn’t quite spit filth in the same was as Ramuda does. Ugh, not something to consider though, he’s never letting that happen. Anything between the two of them that conspires in the future will be as messy and unplanned as it usually is, none of this pre-planning or discussing what they want bullshit.
Grabbing Jakurai’s hair, he positions his face just as he needs it to make the most mess possible. What a lovely canvas for him to paint. Mouth still hanging open as he tries to recover, it’s tempting to aim for between those elegant lips, but that would be at odds with his goal.
There’s no holding back as his climax hits him. Loud cry tearing from his lips, he continues to stroke himself through his orgasm. He knows exactly how annoying it is to have to wash cum out of his own hair so as he decorates Jakurai’s face, he makes sure to land a generous amount in those stupidly long locks.
“Haha, look at you.” Breathless and spent, his voice lacks any of the taunting tone it’s held previously.
Dragging a thumb down Jakurai’s cheek he watches with a smile as it collects remnants of his release, pushing it easily into Jakurai’s mouth to have him taste him. It’s no surprise as he weakly sucks on it, so far gone, Ramuda has to wonder just how long it will take his mind to come back to normal. Is this really how powerful simply dirty talking into a hypnosis microphone can be?
“When you’ve got your brain back I guess I’ll let you shower.” He comments, pulling his thumb out and wiping it off on his pants. Ugh he hadn’t really thought about clean up, he doesn’t even have a towel within easy reach to wipe his own feet on, let alone the entire mess that Jakurai is.
It’s tempting to just go grab one of the pairs of scissors he has in his room to make cutting Jakurai’s ties easier but potentially blunting a pair of sewing scissors with the rope sounds like far more of a hassle than just picking his own handiwork free. Cutting ties, ha, that’s what they should have done long ago, perhaps they wouldn’t still be chasing each other around like blind idiots, looking for their own path but deep down hoping to bump into each other at the same time.
Not bothering to tuck himself into his own pants, he feels himself getting damp as he crouches down and parts Jakurai’s hair to start on the knot. He’s already going to be washing his entire outfit after this, not only because of what’s soaked into the fabric but also to try wash away any residual feelings for Jakurai that this may have spurred on. Wrapping the rope around his hand as he unties his wrists to stop it falling into the mess on the floor, he considers that he’ll probably throw it out for the same reason as his entire outfit ending up in the laundry pile. Jakurai may be a doctor but to Ramuda he’s more like a poison.
By the time he returns from grabbing towels, regretfully leaving a trail of wet tip toes through his apartment on his way to the laundry closet, Jakurai seems to be coming back to his senses. Throwing one over his head, the others end up on the floor, soaking up the surprisingly large puddle Jakurai left. Had it really been that much? Wow. Why didn’t he just piss before he came around? Surely he had some opportunity between picking Dice up and dragging him ‘home’.
No words come from Jakurai as he slowly stands, wiping off his face and attempting to towel off his hair. It’s useless, he’s going to leave a mess no matter what he does. The weird tension between them grows again, coming back far stronger than it had been before they’d started whatever this was. He can’t stand to be in the same room as him. Drying his feet off on one of the few dry patches of towel, bites his tongue. He doesn’t know what he might say to Jakurai but he doesn’t trust his tongue not to say something he’ll regret.
Turning sharply he leaves the doctor to find his own way to the shower. He knows well where it is.
And maybe, just maybe, Ramuda has some of his old clothes tucked at the back of his wardrobe to leave on the bathroom vanity so that he can leave looking almost as respectable as he came.