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When Souda proposed to play the game, he didn't expect Komaeda of all people to bite first. Komaeda, who crumples at the first sign Hinata could somehow be upset with him, the first one to drop to his knees and profusely apologizing. Maybe there's something a little twisted in that strange head of his, then again... Souda doesn't really wanna know the details.
Owari has a weakness to Sonia's sweet tooth - the moment she offers her some kind of treat, he figures it's over. Pekoyama is stoic and composed most of the time, but has a level of devotion to Kuzuryu that's bordering scary. Souda wonders if she could really ignore a request from him.
But that's none of his business right now - he trusts those guys to play fair, because none of them are sore losers. He, personally, thinks he got this. Tanaka is hard to irritate, but once he does get angry... He shivers under the thought. He briefly considers if he got all in over his head with this one, but he'll cross that bridge when he gets to it.
Hanamura asked him to fix the gas grill for a barbeque they have planned at the end of the week, and that's exactly what he's doing when he hears people approach. He's sitting in front of the restaurant, legs crossed, fastening another screw after switching out a rusted part of the grill. "Souda, have you seen Komaeda anywhere?", Hinata asks. Souda intently stares at a particular screw, because Tanaka's scent hangs heavy in the air. He doesn't have to look up to know he's there. "Uh, military base", he shrugs, "At least last I heard."
Hinata hums, rounding the grill. "Oh, did you get it fixed? Hanamura was devastated it wasn't working when we found it in the back of the side building." Souda flashes him a toothy grin. "Of course it works! Just let me work my magic hands and this baby is as good as new." Tanaka clears his threat. "Truly, the nimble hands of the untamed mechanic put to work, the ache of corrosion will be lifted with ease."
Hinata chuckles. And usually, Souda would jump at that compliment, fawn over Tanaka. He knows he likes that worship play Souda sometimes puts on, especially when it's in front of others. Souda used to feel embarrassed about it, but Tanaka is a weirdo, and he would really do anything to please him. Not today, though. Souda scoffs and gets up, dusting his hands off his jumpsuit. Avoiding to look at Tanaka, he looks up to the sky. "Nice weather, huh?" Hinata raises an eyebrow. "Uh, Souda...?"
He grabs his gear and simply walks away. Feels Tanaka's burning glare on his back, enhancing the heat, sending beads of sweat over his skin. "What was that?", Hinata asks, but Souda is already out of earshot. Once out of sight, he hurries back to his cottage and slams the door shut. He drops his tools back on his work bench and sighs. That was harder than he had anticipated. Maybe he didn't realize how normal it has become to drop his guard around Tanaka, because he knows he's not repelled by his ways.
He decides to toss his jumpsuit and puts on shorts, before he heads down to the beach. The pool seems a bit too risky, considering Tanaka could try to grab his attention there, and down here, he has a bit more space to hide. Confrontation seems to be the game killer here, and nobody is going to know he played hide and seek instead.
But of course, it's never that easy. He spends roughly fifteen minutes undisturbed, taking a short swim to cool off, before he spots a person approach the beach. And of course, all dressed in black, there's no question as to who the visitor is, and Souda has no space to run away, caught already in full view. .
"I have come to inquire about your strange desinterest." Tanaka stops at the edge of the beach and crosses his arms. Souda acts like he didn't hear him, demonstratively looking away. "Has Komaeda's luck come around to tear you limb from limb again? Are you embarrassed by the haunting of his bad luck?"
It takes a lot not to giggle. Tanaka trying to subtly figure out what's wrong and his first guess is that Komaeda is involved. Well, he's not entirely wrong.
"What else? Who do I need to slay?"
Souda stares at the water. The sun feels unbearably hot on his skin, standing there, water droplets rolling from the tips of his hair. "Tanaka!" Hinata saves Souda, and he internally sighs with relief. "What may be the issue?", Tanaka asks, when Hinata arrives down at the beach. "There's a mouse in one of the tanks. Komaeda couldn't get it out, so I figured it's easier if you came over." Souda steals a glance at him. He looks pretty disgruntled. "Uh, is this a bad time?", Hinata asks, his eyes dancing between the two of them, awkwardly scratching his neck. Tanaka huffs. "I will be on my way."
Souda knows him well enough to know that he's irritated now. He watches them head off to the military base, wondering if Komaeda already lost the bet if he ran into Hinata. Maybe not. He hasn't gotten a message when he checks his phone later, and he thinks Komaeda isn't the type to claim victory over a lie.
He manages to dodge Tanaka for the rest of the day, briefly running into Owari sparring with Nidai. Sonia stands at the sidelines, clapping enthusiastically, cheering her girlfriend on. Completely unaware Owari is doing her hardest to tune her out.
Souda figures his victory is as good as secured once he returns to his cottage. He lets himself fall into his beanbag with a grunt. Ignoring Tanaka is exhausting, and he also feels bored without his entertaining partner around him. He realizes how much time he usually spends at his side and starts feeling a little guilty.
He wants Tanaka to get a bit off the rails, but he doesn't want him to think he did something wrong. Komaeda may be sure Hinata can take the joke, but Souda can't say the same about Tanaka. Is this really reason enough to toy with him? A knock at the door makes him pause.
"Souda." Tanaka's voice is low and monotone. Souda quickly tilts his head back and pretends he's asleep as the door slowly opens. He hears the floorboards shift as Tanaka enters, closing the door behind him. He hums, drawing closer, the sound of scratching fabric as he kneels down next to the beanbag. "So you have escaped into the lands of unconscious unreality", he mumbles, "Very well. It appears my service is no longer in need."
Now Souda's chest seizes and he can't help cracking open an eye. Tanaka's face is stoney, a hint of a grimace scattered across his features. "So you are awake", he huffs, "Did I do something to offend you?" Souda groans. And he was so close to winning. Probably. "You're pretty clingy when you don't get what you want", he breathes out. Tanaka raises an eyebrow. "So this was on purpose?"
Souda isn't really sure if he sounds offended or hurt. He blinks and sinks deeper into the bag. "Look, I had a bet with Komaeda and Owari and Pekoyama-san. Who can ignore their partner the longest."
Tanaka stays completely unreadable. "It was for jest? Your display of resentfulness merely for laughs?"
"Hey! That wasn't resentfulness! I just wanted - I wanted to test if it bothers you."
"Bothers me?", he echoes and promptly gets up, "And here I was wondering who might have induced pain on your soul! I was ready to summon the riders of hell to take revenge on whoever has soured your day!" Souda blinks, twice. "Really...?"
Tanaka pulls his scarf higher into his face. "What is the meaning of this?" Souda shuffles into an upright position and cards his hand through his hair. "It, uh... The reason, hah... Eh..." Tanaka is eying him. Souda shivers under his gaze. "I wanted to, uh..." A huff, and Tanaka crosses his arms, turning away. "Very well. I will see myself out."
"No!" Souda jumps to his feet and throws himself between Tanaka and the door, panting hard over the sudden sprint. He's still staring him down. "Man, I just want - want you to..." He swallows hard. "P-Punish me."
It comes out like a pathetic whine. His gaze drops to the floor, and the following silence doesn't make it any better.
"You willingly tried to agitate me to gain my punishment?"
"...yeah."
Souda yelps when Tanaka presses his arm against his chest and pushes him against the door. The air escapes his lungs, his heart skipping a beat. "What kind of punishment are we talking?"
"Whatever you see fit."
Souda feels exposed, only dressed in shorts, while Tanaka is in full clothing, towering over him. Something flickers over his eyes, he exhales sharply and tilts his head to the side, before leaning forward. Souda feels his teeth sink down into his neck and grunts, pressing his flat hands against the door. "Fuck..."
Tanaka drags his teeth over the spot, gasping his hot breath against his skin, before his tongue darts over the mark. That alone is enough to get Souda worked up enough to feel his shorts tighten.
"I am compelled to banish you to the outer realms to make you think about what you have done", Tanaka hisses into the crook of his neck, before lazily kissing him, trailing his lips over to his shoulder. Souda screws his eyes shut and grits his teeth. He played his cards against Tanaka, the overlord of teasing.
His hand rests against Souda's chest, slowly drags down, then resting against the strap of his shorts. "It appears the mighty centipede is rising from its slumber."
"God fucking damn it Tanaka, that's not sexy at all."
Tanaka promptly retreats, grabs onto Souda's hips and kisses him, slowly grinding against him, holding him up against the door. The sudden friction makes his eyes water, drawing out a deep moan. Tanaka's tongue snakes into his mouth, traces over the sharp edges of his teeth, skillfully avoiding to be punctured. His movements are torturously slow, not enough to invoke any sense of pleasure.
"Fuck..." Souda digs his fingers into Tanaka's back, clawing at his jacket. He doesn't let that bother him, dragging his body against his, pressing their foreheads together. "You asked for it, you shall receive." Souda groans. He really knows how to edge him.
He endures for another moment, their kiss turning into a brief fight, before his erection starts to become painful. He tries to slip his hand into his pants and is promptly slapped away. Tanaka clicks his tongue. "You haven't earned that."
Sweat drips from Souda's forehead and his breath rattles deep and hard, his pulse thrumming unbearably hard inside his throat. Tanaka leans back and slowly unwraps his scarf, before he grabs Souda's shoulder and turns him around. Before he has any chance to react, he has tied his arms together against his back. Flipped back around, there's a prominent smirk on Tanaka's lips now.
Oh, he's enjoying this. How the tables turn. Souda huffs.
He slowly draws close again, pushing Souda up against the door, kissing the edge of his jaw, then slowly trailing over his throat, his chest, stopping at his nipple and slowly taking his right bud between his teeth. He pulls a bit, and Souda's knees nearly give out.
"Shit... Fuck, look, I'm sorry! I'm sorry, please, just..." Tanaka ignores his pleading, licking his nipple with the tip of his tongue, slowly dragging his teeth over it before it escapes his bite. Souda is panting hard now, blinking furiously to stay upright. The pressure of lust presses against his ribcage, the pleads and begs for Tanaka to just fucking get to it already.
He starts to descend on him again, Souda's breath hitching in the back of his throat as Tanaka sinks to his knees, slowly pulling down his shorts. "The pending request to release the prisoner from his chains... I must thoroughly deduce whether his sentence is served or if more suitable punishment is just to deliver."
He rubs his palm over the bulge and it takes everything he has not to end up dropping to his knees. Tanaka glances up to him and huffs. "A new rule has been set in place: should you abandon your post, I will cease all action." Souda exhales sharply. He asked for it, didn't he? "Fine, fine, fu- god fucking damn it, please, just fucking touch me."
Tanaka chuckles and leans up to his knees, slowly kissing his stomach, trailing down on him before sinking his teeth into the fabric and pulling it down in one swift motion. Souda's erection hugs up to his stomach, flushed and leaking and begging for release. "Then again, it appears you do not value the presence of the mighty overlord of ice, so perhaps my presence here is not needed. I am quite sure you will be able to go from here?"
Souda blinks his haze away. Watches Tanaka slowly get up and dust off his hands like he didn't just edge him on like crazy. "Move, mortal. I have my own cottage to attend to."
So there Souda stands, barely able to keep himself upright against the door, sweating and probably crying, a throbbing erection looking up at him in expectation, and a sulking goth overlord who really wants to leave him like a half eaten muffin. "Don't you fucking leave now - hey! You tied up my arms! You're not - don't you fucking -"
Tanaka starts laughing while Souda stumbles over his words, half spluttering out incoherent threats. "Perhaps if you get on your knees and beg."
Souda stills. He didn't really plan to put Tanaka into the upper position in this scenario, but he's hard and desperate and he just wants this guy to finally fucking get him off. With a resigned sigh, Souda lets himself drop to his knees and bows his head. "Oh please, almighty overlord of ice and seven hells and pandemonium and whatever cemetary you wanna haunt, I'm sorry, okay? Fuck, please..."
Tanaka bows down and tilts Souda's chin up. "What a good boy", he whispers, and Souda is almost sure he's going to come from that raw husky tone itself. "Get over there."
He points to the beanbag, and Souda drags himself over on his knees, resting his head down into the soft squishiness. Tanaka is rummaging through his nightstand drawer, popping open the bottle of lube. "Souda." He rounds him, and Souda hears him unbuckle his belt.
"Huh?"
"You still demand punishment?"
Souda feels a warm feeling spread through his chest. Maybe that's his way of making sure he's fine. "Don't hold back", he sighs, "I've been wanting you for days, you dense prick."
"You could have voiced your inquiry as such sooner."
"Where's the fun in that?"
He cranes his neck to look at him. That gets a twitch on the edges of his mouth out of Tanaka. He's gotten rid of his pants and boxers by now, and Souda feels himself quiver in anticipation over his leaking boner.
"Someone's excited to put that magic wand to good use."
"It's a scepter, if anything."
Tanaka kneels down behind him. There's the tearing sound of a wrapper, before he grabs his dick between his legs. Souda jolts under the sudden touch. "A warning, maybe?!" Tanaka squeezes him. "I am afraid I am unable to hear you." And Souda wouldn't have believed someone was able to torture him simply by putting on a condom. "We do not want you to stain the carpet."
Souda releases a shuddering breath once he lets go. He closes his eyes and grunts. There's a squelching sound then, and Tanaka traces the wet tip of his index around Souda's hole. He grits his teeth but feels his muscles clench. Tanaka pauses. "Go on", Souda assures, "It's fine. Just, don't make me wait any longer, please."
He carefully pushes past the resistance and Souda wheezes out a huff of air when he breaks into him. He's moving slow and carefully, even though Souda knows he wants this as bad as he by now. He'd never risk hurting him in the spur of the moment. He's always been considerate, even if things get rough.
After the first couple of slow thrusts against his walls, he finally manages to relax. Tanaka adds a second finger, pushes inside deep, unearthing a deep gurgling moan from his lips. "Are you still keen to take the rough path?", Tanaka asks, working him open. He's prepping him more thoroughly than usual, and Souda already knows what that means. "I want you to rough me up so bad I can't walk tomorrow."
Even though his fingers curling into his inside feels ungodly good, it's not enough to really ease any of his want. Once he's satisfied fingering him, Tanaka pulls out and Souda hears the squeeze of the bottle again. His hands come up against each side of Souda's hips, grabbing on tight. The tip of Tanaka's dick meets his entrance, begging for friction.
"Do you grand the rider of the apocalypse entrance into your personal doomsday?"
"Fuck me already."
Tanaka enters him slowly, and Souda pushes his head deep into the beanbag, gasping out a grunt that ends in a breathless moan. Drool pools out of his open jaw, but he doesn't have the ability to grasp a coherent thought. He wiggles against the scarf tied around his wrists, the craving of touching himself while Tanaka ruts into him, slowly at first, quickly picking up pace.
The wet sound of their bodies colliding, covered in sweat and lube and bits of precum, Souda's low whines and panting and the soft cries when Tanaka grinds into him harder.
He's never vocal during sex, as loud and obnoxious he is during the day, but this time Souda can hear deep hazy grunts and low moans spilling from his lover behind him. "Fuck... Tanaka, take the scarf off, I need to..."
"Denied." Tanaka doesn't slow down. Souda starts to think he's missing his spot on purpose, drawing the act out, watching him wiggle at his mercy. Who would have known Tanaka was into this kind of powerplay. They had rough sex before, but Souda thinks he just unlocked a whole new world for both of them with this. He rubs his wrists together, trying to get the knot loose. Tanaka clicks his tongue.
"Come on! My fucking dick is going to fall off." He tries to grind his hips, in the hope to rub himself off somehow, but Tanaka tightens the grip on his sides, hissing with another deep thrust into him. "You shall receive release when your sentence is served. If you misbehave, you shall forever be locked in eternal agony, confined within the cellar of judgment."
"I don't fucking know what that means!"
His head swirls and all he can think about is his desire for release. Tanaka momentarily slows down, shifting, changing his angle, before resuming to grind into him, hitting his prostate on the spot. Souda yelps, melting inside his set grasp, letting out a pathetic howl of a moan, then another, tears running from his face. This is way better than anything he has dreamed of getting out of this stupid bet. Losing is forgotten.
Tanaka leans over him, snakes his arm around him, his slick hand wrapping around his cock, giving him a firm stroke. Souda resists the urge to bite into the textile in front of his face. "Ah... Fuck... Hah, I'm... I'm gonna..."
Tanaka matches his thrusts to his hand, rubbing him off while hitting his spot again, and again. The molten knot of euphoria rises inside Souda's entire body, comes loose, erupts all over him and he presses his entire face into the beanbag, crying out loud as he finally cums. At least Tanaka had the level head to think of a condom. This would have been a mess to clean.
Tanaka fucks him all the way through his orgasm, before he wraps his arm around Souda's waist and shoves himself into him as deep as he can, then again, then Souda feels his hot fluids fill him. He comes with a deep growl, lazily grinding himself out, before letting go.
Souda feels his hands getting untied and collapses to the floor, his lover's dick slipping out of him as he rolls to his side. He's breathing hard and his vision swims, fighting for air. "That was... Fuck..."
Tanaka lets himself drop down next to him. Watching that glossy expression on his face, the afterglow of sex passing over his features, it's something so intimate that Souda tears up. To the outside world, Tanaka is delusional and incoherent and out of his mind. But in the safety of his cottage, he's so full of love and desire and laying next to him feels like he's floating on a cloud of pure harmony. Or just the pleasure of raw dogging him. Who knows.
"The next time", Tanaka huffs, his eyes closed, "Simply state your demand for intercourse. The dark overlord of ice would never overlook the tamer of wires and nonflesh, adhering by his needs and meeting them."
"Shut up, you're giving me a headache." Souda shuffles a bit closer and presses a soft kiss against his lips. His breathing calms down, and he drags his hand over the floor to intertwine his fingers with Tanaka's bandaged hand. His hair hangs in his face, glazed with sweat, his eyeliner running. It is almost enough to turn Souda back on, that he's the one that ruined his makeup like that. Tanaka groans and blinks slowly. "I suppose I will take the deed of cleaning, since you will need some time to recover."
Souda hums, squeezing his hand a bit tighter. "Yeah. Just a minute, though. If you touch me now I'll get hard again." Tanaka huffs, but doesn't move. Only the sound of their breathing fills the room, and Souda thinks combined with the gentle waves against the outer walls of his cottage, it's the most beautiful song he's ever heard.
Roughly an hour later, Souda is caught up in a heated discussion over who has won, only for none of the others to have paid any attention to the time. Damn, did they all just screw each other on a bet? Maybe that's a secret level of charisma he uncovered. If it works that easily, he should use his genius to come up with a new game for next time.
They'll love him for it.