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Rope digs into Dazai's skin as he squirms against his bindings. His current state is pitiful at best, writhing under languid strokes given by Chuuya to his cock, wiggling his hips already a few short minutes in, a fruitless effort for more stimulation. Chuuya has a prideful sneer on his face as he observes Dazai below him, and he laughs. Digging his thumb with light pressure into Dazai's slit as he strokes, he earns a small whimper from Dazai at the short twinge of pain. Another laugh is heard by Dazai, then the sound of Chuuya's voice registers in his brain, but he can't clearly understand what Chuuya said. The situation was delightfully ironic in Chuuya's humble opinion.
"It's pretty funny, isn't it, Dazai?" His hoarse voice rings in Dazai's ears, just as saccharine as the scent that sticks in the air with a seething rasp when Chuuya says his name, "I'm the one in heat, but here you are, a willing bitch for me to breed."
He squeezes lightly at the base of Dazai's cock, ceasing his slow-paced strokes. It earns a whine from Dazai, filling Chuuya's already fuzzy head with an overwhelming feeling of power in the moment. He was over the moon with how easily Dazai seemed to get on board with the idea of being nothing more than a glorified sex toy for Chuuya in the middle of his heat, and he was going to get everything he possibly could from it. For the time being, Chuuya was still early enough in his heat to where he could in some way remain in control of his own behavior, but the more he watched Dazai wriggle his hips desperately up against his fist, the more that control threatened to slip from him.
A moment of relief is given to Dazai when Chuuya takes his hand off of his dick and he whimpers at the loss of touch again. Chuuya slides up Dazai's frame from sitting in between his legs to move up and sit just above his dick, and he can feel it poking his ass just a bit. Slick drips down from his holes onto Dazai, and creates a slow building puddle that Dazai can feel, smell, and he whines. He feels a hand caressing the junction just between his thigh and crotch area, and he tries but fails once again to move his hips around. The slap he receives causes him to cry out in pain, spit dribbling from the corners of his mouth behind the gag shoved in him as he yelps.
Chuuya growls, grabbing Dazai's hair roughly and forcing his head up to look Chuuya in the eye, "Did I say you could move? Stay still, got it?" Dazai nods weakly, forcing himself to stay still as best he can to follow Chuuya's order. A pleasant hum arises from Chuuya's throat and he rewards Dazai by leaning his weight back and grinding his ass against Dazai's dick, the same agonizingly slow pace that works Dazai up to frustration with no proper release or expectations of getting there anytime soon.
The roles are reversed in the most wonderful way right now, in both of their minds. Chuuya's heats hit rough every few months, and it's only a matter of time before his already usual sex drive is multiplied tenfold, and since Dazai can't properly knot and breed Chuuya the way he desires, Chuuya will take it himself any way he can. The way he decided this time was to tie Dazai up and utilize him as a sex toy in Chuuya's expansive collection. A thick scent of cherries hung in the air and filled Dazai's nose. It was comparable to artificial candied cherries, but closer to a light, natural feeling scent that Chuuya releases continuously. Though Dazai always had a rather unaffected reaction to pheromones as a beta, he is always able to get dizzy when he smelled Chuuya, simply because it was Chuuya. Chuuya was the one who filled the room and Dazai was painfully aware of it with all of his senses ablaze.
Chuuya's starts to feel needier, and grinds down harder, a little faster, and Dazai is beyond thankful for just that bit more, "If you're really that desperate, we both know you can easily get out of those ropes. You're shitty craftiness knows no bounds, but here you are."
His arms are tied together in front of him so Dazai can't make any smart moves, along with the fact Chuuya wants his new toy to be under his command. Dazai isn't one to give that up easily, and having him so easy and pliant under Chuuya's hand leaves the both of them giddy with anticipation. He could slip out easily, he always knows how to undo Chuuya's knots, and the bonds are loose enough so Dazai could slip out just in case, but he doesn't. It isn't what he is meant to do at this moment, his job is to lay there and be good, not think of anything else. That's reserved for later when Chuuya physically isn't capable of it, not that Dazai is likely to be in a much better state.
An all-encompassing warmth fills Chuuya and he rubs his ass against Dazai's dick more rough, taking his hand off of Dazai and moving it down onto himself, slipping one finger into his hole, and using his thumb to give some pressured strokes to his eager clit. He lets out a soft hiss at the contact, already overly sensitive at most stimulation. His movements become a bit sloppy the longer this goes on, rhythmic grinding onto Dazai's erect cock in sync with Chuuya inserting a second finger into himself. He moves his hips in fast circles, cycling between the intense pressure he thumbs his clit with, the two fingers he shoves in his pussy, and rubbing his ass on Dazai's cock.
Chuuya falls further into his own instincts, beginning to mewl quietly as he melts as every feeling of contact he can get from Dazai. His cloudy mind dances on the edge of horny delirium and his free hand grabs a fist full of Dazai's dress shirt he is wearing. Against the average alpha, Dazai's scent is comparatively weak, but adding a few articles of his clothing into the nest Chuuya made helped calm him a lot more. He holds the shirt close to his face, whining quietly through his erratic movements of his hips. Dazai watches him with wide eyes, soft growls muffled by the gag in his mouth. He balls his fists, clenching at the air uselessly when Chuuya ceases his movements all of a sudden. He lets out a frustrated huff, grabbing hold of Dazai's cock and settling onto it.
He keens at the feeling, sinking down onto Dazai's cock, finally. Chuuya gets off on taking his sweet time breaking his new toys usually, but that thought was quickly pushed to the back of his mind when the instinct of breed, breed, breed, took over his mind entirely. He takes a moment to adjust, chest heavy and breathing shallow. The room spins around Chuuya and he whines, rocking his hips a bit to test it out. The relief he feels is immeasurable, and in his mind he knows it'll only get better.
As a last minute decision, he leans forward to undo the gag in Dazai's mouth. Dazai closes his mouth quickly as spit drips down onto his chin. He swallows, watching Chuuya on top of him. He does not speak yet, he hasn't been told he should or what to do otherwise, instead he waits for whatever Chuuya is wanting to do. Chuuya's scent smells heavier in the air, and it makes Dazai drool more, breathing in as deep as he can. Chuuya doesn't move much for a few moments, making intense eye contact with Dazai through half-lidded eyes.
He cracks a small smile, managing to still speak coherently, "Fucking pathetic." It was all he said, but the words sunk into Dazai's brain, and he couldn't help but nod vigorously. His wide, pleading eyes struck Chuuya with delight, and he started to ride Dazai.
When Chuuya begins a brutal pace, it leaves Dazai gasping for breath and choking on his own spit. His ears are filled with wonderful sounds. A string of beautifully obscene whines falls from Chuuya's lips, mixed in with what Dazai makes out to be muffled whimpers of his name under Chuuya's breath. Electricity shoots through Dazai's nerves; everything Chuuya snaps his hips down to meet Dazai's, and he lets out a loud sigh of pleasure. He struggles against his bonds, the need to touch Chuuya growing stronger as the omega bounces up and down on his cock.
Chuuya's head slumps to the side over his shoulder as he gets lost in the sensation, moving his hands down to grab onto Dazai. He runs them up and down, trying to grip onto something and he yanks the ropes binding Dazai's arms together and pulls Dazai up closer. Not in a sitting position, but up enough to where the strain digs into Dazai's arms and wrists, leaving him hissing at the sensation. The thought of getting possible rope burns all because Chuuya can't keep his hands to himself makes Dazai want to make a smart comment on it, but the thought dies. He stays silent, save for quiet grunts, as he keeps his gaze fixated onto Chuuya.
Feeling Dazai starting to buck his hips up with newfound desperation, Chuuya figures he is nearing an orgasm, and digging his fingers into Dazai's arms he somehow is able to fuck himself impossibly harder on Dazai's cock. He pays no attention to the breathy yelps coming from Dazai, only focused on the feeling of cum spilling into him. Chuuya doesn't relent, riding Dazai through his entire orgasm. Squirming against the weight of Chuuya on him and his bindings, Dazai thrashes as overstimulation floods his senses.
He rasps out a strained utterance of Chuuya's name, and the other responds by digging his nails into Dazai's arms enough to just slightly break the skin. Chuuya growls through a clenched jaw as he continues to ride Dazai, not nearly satisfied.
He grunts out, "Not done– not enough–" Chuuya continues his mindless chase for an orgasmic relief to the frustration welling up inside him, not registering Dazai's sobs of overstimulation. He doesn't slow his movements, only intending to try to get himself to cum. He let out long, drawn out whines of frustration. It wasn't enough, nowhere near.
Chuuya huffs, glaring at Dazai through cloudy eyes, "Shut it– Should've left the gag in–" He doesn't say anything more, and Dazai obeys, trying his best to keep his cries muffled. Chuuya lets his clutch onto the ropes go and Dazai falls back against the bed. Feeling around the tangle of blankets, pillow, Chuuya frantically tries to grab from an array of other toys to play with. His current toy didn't satisfy enough, and the knowledge left Dazai with an almost hollow feeling if he wasn't filled up inside with the image of Chuuya and Chuuya's scent enveloping everything around him.
Chuuya grabs one of his dildos, an inflatable knotting one, a contender for his favorite one if Dazai didn't fit that role just perfectly in his mind. He pants, holding it in one hand while he grinds small circle against Dazai's pelvis, lowering his calculated stimulation for Dazai just enough so he can focus on himself more. Dazai's cock is half-hard inside Chuuya's pussy, and it barely even feels good in Chuuya's bitter opinion. He wants to, needs to feel full again, so he holds the dildo in one hand while prodding two fingers at the rim of his hole. Chuuya shudders when they slip in easily thanks to the overproduction of slick he leaks from both of his holes.
He works his fingers in and out, squeezing his eyes shut and groans at the contact. The harsh stretch of two fingers immediately is far from painful, and he's thankful for the fact. Chuuya loses himself for a minute, maybe even a few minutes too long, he can't even tell anymore. His mind is fogged with a thick haze of pleasure taking him over again and Chuuya is so far gone that he has a long delayed realization that Dazai had gotten hard again. He didn't know when he had added a third finger either.
Chuuya slips his fingers out of his ass and positions the dildo to line up with his hole. He sinks down onto the toy at an agonizing pace, whimpering as he feels every grooved ridge touch his walls. Dazai sputters, watching Chuuya with wide blown pupils and choking on a breath that escapes him.
He finally snaps, "Chuuya– c'mon– come on already please come on I'm hard again please–" Dazai tries to the best of his abilities to beg, sniffling pitifully between his words.
He receives a low growl from Chuuya and nails digging into his thighs, "I said shut your trap. I don't care what you have to say, begging won't get you shit." Chuuya stays still for a brief moment until he bottoms out.
When Chuuya starts to snap his hips up and down at a merciless pace, Dazai wails until tears begin to form in the corners of his eyes. He stares up at Chuuya, observing his slack jaw open and obscene whimpers, whines, yelps dripping from his lips continuously. It cements the fact that Dazai's pleasure doesn't mean anything right now, he exists only for Chuuya to breed until he can't cum anymore and fill Chuuya to the brim.
Chuuya's muscles burn after some time, and he falls forward onto Dazai just slightly, rocking his hips back and both desperately. Something deep inside him swells up as he goes on, and he loses what was all left of his coherent thought, slipping down the slope to ride Dazai and the dildo like his life depended on it. He felt so full, the double penetration burned in the most wonderful way. Dazai jerks his hips up as much as he can to match Chuuya's pace, reveling in the process of watching Chuuya fall apart on his cock.
Neither of them know how much longer Chuuya keeps going after that. Time melts into a soupy fog in both of their heads, and by the time Dazai comes to, he witnesses Chuuya twitching every time he moves Dazai in and out of him. His eyes roll back in his head like loose marbles, eyelids droopy and filled with exhaustion. Dazai can't do anything but cum dry at this point, and tears drip down his cheeks and onto the bed below him.
Chuuya collapses onto Dazai after one final deep thrust that ends in the dildo inflating again, and finally Chuuya feels enough relief. A deep exhaustion hugs him and his limbs feel heavy. He lays on top if Dazai for a few minutes, blinking lazily while he gazes into his boyfriend's eyes until he is able to come to.
He mumbles, "You can untie yourself now. I'm sleepy…"
He fumbles to untie the knots around Dazai's arms until Dazai is finally able to outstretch his limbs. His arms cramp, and his mouth feels dry.
Head still floating, he wraps his arms around Chuuya on top of him, "Does Chuuya want me to pull out?"
Chuuya claws at him uselessly and shakes his head. He nuzzles his head into Dazai's shoulder, rubbing against his bandages until he is able to mess them up more and access his scent gland. Chuuya lays his head there, breathing deep as sleep drags his conscious down. Dazai feels much the same, cradling Chuuya for a second so he can flip their position onto the side. Chuuya is still warm around him and he ignores the slimy feeling of the mixture of slick and cum that leaks from both of Chuuya's holes.
He holds Chuuya close as they both nod off to sleep embracing each other.