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Mei considers Kazuya a nice, normal, sweet— Okay, he doesn’t. Mei considers Kazuya the absolute bane of his existence, the very reason he found a gray hair near his temple the other day.
He’d shrieked about it, of course, because he’s twenty-three, not one thousand years old, and Kazuya still hadn’t budged from where he was sitting on the couch, his legs crossed and the book he was reading for his literature class in his hand.
So it’s absolutely annoying that he’s here right now, wrapping Kazuya’s wrists behind his back with one of the ropes that Kazuya has had for forever, apparently, even before they started dating, a year or so ago.
“And you never mentioned this to me?” Mei had asked, when Kazuya brought it up a couple days ago, incredulous, unsure about how he was supposed to be arranging his face.
“You’ve just always come across as vanilla,” Kazuya had replied, earning himself a smack on the head and a Mei sitting on his back while he tried to do push ups in the living room.
The rope isn’t particularly hard to work with, but Mei’s hands are still shaky as he does the knot, fumbling as he winds the rope around itself, to secure it into place.
It’s ironic, that Kazuya is the one who’s getting tied up, but Mei’s the one who’s nervous. Anticipation thrums through Kazuya’s veins, obvious and apparent in the way he’s already half-hard, and all Mei has done is tie his wrists.
“I have something else,” Mei says, as Kazuya’s getting on his knees. Mei had offered to get him a pillow, but Kazuya had refused.
“What is it?”
Mei glares at him, hating the languid way he lowers his eyelids. To shut him up, he goes over to his part of the closet, and pulls out the choker that Carlos had given him his last birthday, probably as a joke, but Mei had always envisioned Kazuya wearing it when they had sex. “If you’re okay with it, I mean.”
“I— Yes.” Mei watches the way Kazuya’s pupils dilate when he fits it around his neck. “Tighter.”
Mei’s hand pauses. “I don’t want it to—”
“If I can’t handle it, I’ll tell you,” Kazuya says irritably, but Mei sees the flush spreading already, brightening down the pale of his chest. The choker isn’t on terribly tightly, but Mei can tell it restricts some airflow, judging by how visible Kazuya’s ribs are every time he breathes, the certain slope of his mouth.
Then Mei straightens up, pulling his shirt over his head and stepping out of his jeans, painfully aware how Kazuya’s following his every moment. He pulls up volleyball knee pads on his legs, in case he has to get down.
Then Mei wonders if Kazuya’s knees are already bruising from the wood floors. The thought makes it hard to swallow, as Kazuya leans forward eagerly to start mouthing at him through his boxers.
“Be rough,” Kazuya reminds him.
“Jesus— I know, Kazuya!” Kazuya grins devilishly, and Mei isn’t as gentle as he could’ve been when he removes his glasses. “Go over the safe words one more time, so I know you were listening to me.”
Kazuya rolls his eyes, but his vision is actually terrible, so he’s staring at the bedside clock like it’s Mei’s face. “Green means go, yellow means pause, red means stop. If I want you to stop while I can’t talk, then I’ll get up on one knee.”
Mei feels his breath hitch as Kazuya leans in again. He’s far away enough that Kazuya can’t reach him, but he sees how much Kazuya’s throat is already working, straining against the leather of the choker.
“Okay,” he says. He moves closer, pulling himself out, as Kazuya maneuvers to take him in his mouth. “I’m going to pull your hair.”
Kazuya tilts his head to suck one of Mei’s balls into his mouth, before releasing it with a slick popping sound. “Please don’t narrate everything you’re going to do.”
“I’m totally going to do that now,” Mei mutters, loud enough that Kazuya can hear, but Kazuya doesn’t respond as he licks down Mei’s cock slowly. Mei tugs Kazuya’s head back with his hair, watching the way Kazuya’s mouth falls open obediently, relishing the slick curl of his tongue around Mei’s finger when Mei puts one in.
“Come on,” Kazuya whines, as Mei clinically wipes the finger on Kazuya’s shoulder, making sure to scrape his nail enough to leave redness trailing behind it. Mei isn’t sure how into this he’s going to be, but in the case of Kazuya ever leaving him, he wants to leave an impression that’s lasting enough that Kazuya wouldn’t be able to refund him like he’s nothing. “Let me suck your dick already—”
“Ask nicely,” Mei says, like he’s the one doing Kazuya a favor.
Kazuya stops talking, his lips slightly parted. “Okay,” he says, slowly, like he’s gearing up to taste test the words on his tongue. “Please?”
“Please what?”
“Fuck you, Mei.”
“I”, Mei pulls Kazuya’s head back further, the other hand bearing additional weight down on top of the choker, thumb over where Kazuya's heart beats, “asked you a question.”
Kazuya gasps, and Mei doesn’t miss the way his hips twitch, finding no purchase, nothing to press against. “Fuck,” he breathes, ragged. “Okay, fuck, I—”
Mei presses harder, feeling the groan Kazuya is trying to suppress climbing up the walls of his throat.
“Please,” Kazuya manages, and Mei removes his hand from his neck. “Please let me suck your dick.”
Actually hearing him say it makes Mei want to drop to his knees and kiss him, or just back away, he doesn’t really know. But this is what Kazuya wants, one of the things he’d listed out. I only want to come once, he’d said. Be rough, be mean, make me beg. I want to stay on my knees the entire time. Then he’d grinned, the stupid annoying grin that Mei totally hates. Bonus points if you make me cry.
Not that Mei wants to get bonus points, but Kazuya almost never asks him for stuff, so Mei wants to give him this, at least.
“Okay,” Mei says, with a theatrical sigh, guiding the head of his dick towards Kazuya’s mouth. Kazuya immediately starts suckling on it, his tongue quick and hot, teasing until Mei’s fully hard, flourishing with a brief scrape of teeth. It feels good, and it is good, but Mei pulls away before Kazuya can do anything else.
“Be good,” he orders, and Kazuya blinks innocently up at him, the bottom half of his face already a mess. “And don’t choke.”
“But I want to,” Kazuya says plainly, and Mei pinches his ear before adjusting the grip he has on Kazuya’s hair and pushing his cock back into Kazuya’s mouth.
At first, there’s a little resistance, but after a couple thrusts, Kazuya relinquishes any pride he still had, and hands the reigns completely over to Mei, flattening his tongue and relaxing his throat. Mei doesn’t slow down, he thrusts faster, anchoring Kazuya’s head where it is, and feels him moaning around the cock in his mouth, throat protesting with spit and pre-come leaking out.
“Good,” Mei says, and it’s almost alarming how that immediately has an effect, Kazuya’s whine muted but the buck of his hips apparent. “Good, Kazuya, keep going—” Then an idea flashes in his head, and he pulls Kazuya off again.
Kazuya immediately sucks in a lungful of air, gasping. “What now?”
“I thought you could use a break,” Mei says, but he’s already going over to the dresser where they keep all their toys. They don’t use them often, but Mei doesn’t think Kazuya will protest.
“What,” Kazuya says, coughing slightly. “What are you getting?”
As a response, Mei opens the lube, coating his fingers as he walks back to where Kazuya is, rubbing them together to warm them. Kazuya’s breath is shallow, even though Mei really thinks he should be getting as much oxygen as he can right now, while it’s still possible.
“I’m going to put this in,” Mei says, and keeps his eyes on Kazuya’s face to see his reaction, when Mei shows him the plug.
“Oh,” Kazuya says. “Oh, fuck, yes— Please, I—”
“I’d already said I’d do it,” Mei says, forcing a sharp tone here. Kazuya immediately shuts up, and Mei isn’t sure if the gloating he feels is reflective on his face. Careful not to give Kazuya’s cock any friction, he pushes Kazuya’s shoulder down a little, to make his thighs tremble from staying in place at an uncomfortable angle.
“Green,” Kazuya says, when he sees the flicker of hesitation across Mei’s face. “Green, it’s fine.”
“I wasn’t worried,” Mei tells him, and bites his collarbone to stop him from snickering. The first finger slides in easily, Kazuya eagerly pushing back. “Stop that.”
“More,” Kazuya demands. Mei pulls out entirely. “I mean, please fuck me, fuck you—”
Mei laughs and fucks him open, dragging the pads of his fingers agonizingly slow, moving at a speed that is nowhere near as high-paced as Kazuya wants it.
He’s pretty satisfied, and about to put the plug in when Kazuya’s hips push back again.
“What did I say—”
“Please,” Kazuya whines, and Mei can see the arousal clouding his eyes, the flush spreading over his entire body. “Please, I need more, I need—”
Mei removes his fingers, and Kazuya moans, broken in his throat, breaking off when Mei puts the plug in as far as it can go.
“Open your mouth,” Mei says, and Kazuya immediately does. Mei gets back up, his head starting to hurt from how hard he is, and doesn’t give Kazuya a verbal warning before shoving his cock back in between his lips. But Kazuya doesn’t seem undeterred, his eyes are shut but his mouth is just as pliantly dutiful, wet and tight. Mei ups the pace a little, thrusting until he can feel the pressure crawling up his thighs. Then he presses the entirety of his cock into Kazuya’s mouth, holding Kazuya’s head there as he comes, as silently as he can. Kazuya swallows, making Mei’s hips jump before he lets Kazuya go.
Kazuya licks his lips when he’s done, probably on purpose, but Mei can’t punish him right now, when he’s this boneless.
“Good,” he says finally. He gets on his knees, thankful for the knee pads, and wraps a hand around Kazuya’s dick, starting to stroke him slowly. “Don’t come.”
“Then stop touching me,” Kazuya gasps, involuntarily canting his hips up. Then he cries out. Mei immediately stops. “Fuck, fuck”, Mei presses a kiss into the corner of his mouth, running his tongue along the seam of his bottom lip. “Green, it was just, ah, the plug—”
Mei resumes stroking him, maddeningly slow, and pulls himself up higher on his knees so his mouth is against Kazuya’s ear. “Next time,” he breathes. “I’m going to fuck you into the mattress with your hands tied behind your back.” Kazuya tilts his head back, desperately trying to get Mei to give him more friction. Mei’s about to add something else, but then Kazuya’s thighs shake familiarly, the way they always do before he comes. He catches the sticky wetness coating Kazuya’s lashes, and the sight drinks in like power.
He's totally going to rub this in Kazuya's face later.
Mei removes his hand again, drawing a frustrated cry out of Kazuya. “Not yet,” he says, going back to the dresser to find a cock ring. It takes him a minute or so, and Kazuya’s breathing doesn’t even out like he expects it to.
“Kazuya,” Mei says, and his voice breaks, so he clears his throat and tries again. “Kazuya, I’m going to put this on you.”
“Now?” Kazuya asks, and he looks torn between what to say next. Mei waits, until Kazuya says, “Green.”
“Okay,” Mei says, and slides it down his cock, clasping it around the base. Kazuya whimpers, when Mei’s hand grazes his balls. “Don’t worry,” he murmurs, kissing the closest thing to his mouth, which ends up being Kazuya’s cheek. “I’m going to make it good.”
Kazuya laughs shakily, and nods. Mei contemplates, before pushing Kazuya’s shoulders down, until his ass is on the ground, pushing the plug deeper inside him. “Fuck, fuck, yellow—” Mei backs away so hard he almost falls. “It’s okay,” Kazuya says, as Mei searches his face carefully. “Just give me a second.” Kazuya’s legs are spread wide, and Mei smooths his hands down his thighs, feeling the tension in the muscle. “Okay, green.”
Mei gets up, reaching over for two more ropes.
“What are you doing,” Kazuya asks, but his tony isn’t wary as much as it is enticed.
“I’m going to tie your wrists to your ankles,” Mei says, as evenly as he can. He waits, as emotions rage across Kazuya’s expression. Eventually, he nods.
“Green,” he adds, a second later, like an afterthought. Mei’s gentle this time, he secures the ropes, but doesn’t have them pulling tight.
“Next next time, I’m going to tie your hands with your elbows over your head,” Mei says, his own pulse speeding up when he pictures it in his head. “And then I’m going to tie your ankles and wrists to each other—”
“I think you’re enjoying this more than me,” Kazuya tells him, and Mei pinches his ass for the impertinence before moving back to admire his work.
“This was a good idea,” Mei says belatedly, feeling himself rub wetly against the front of his boxers. Not so much that it’s uncomfortable.
Kazuya snorts, even in his current position with all of his nerves lit on fire. “I know, that’s why I suggested it.”
“I’m also going to gag you next time so you can’t talk,” Mei says, and leans in to kiss him, open mouthed and messy, Kazuya reciprocating so eagerly Mei thinks for a second he’s going to be swallowed up. He starts stroking him again, thumbing over the slit of his cock. There isn’t enough lubrication, so he brings his hand up to Kazuya’s mouth.
He’s about to tell Kazuya to lick it, but Kazuya beats him to it; he sucks each individual finger, then all of them at once, his tongue swiping over Mei’s palm until Mei takes his hand away.
“Does it feel good,” Mei croons, leaning in, but not close enough to kiss him.
“Shut the fuck— fuck, Mei, fuck.” He’s breathing harder now, grinding his hips on the floor, his eyes closed. Mei pumps him slowly, kissing down his throat, breath ghosting over the choker.
"You like this a lot," Mei says, lilting his voice so it sounds like he's amused.
Kazuya gives him a look that plainly says, Well, duh. He arches his back, straining to lift his hips. "I've done this before."
Mei takes his hand away, drawing a whimper out of him. "What?"
"Just— By myself," Kazuya manages, chest heaving. "Not the ropes, just the plug. And pretended—"
"If you say that you pretended it was me, I'm not letting you come."
Kazuya laughs, strained sweet and high. "Cover your ears then."
Mei crosses his arms over his chest, his mouth turned down into a pout.
Then, the quietest Mei has ever heard him talk, he says, “Please.”
“Please what?”
Kazuya doesn’t even protest this time, he’s so strung out. “Mei,” he says, his mouth curling around the name, velvety smooth and possessive. “Mei, please.”
Something unexpectedly fierce and tender grips Mei’s chest, so much that he feels it physically, the awful pressure twisting his organs together. “Okay,” he whispers. “Okay.” He removes the ring, hearing the faint gasp of relief bitten down on before it really escapes Kazuya’s mouth.
“Can I?” Kazuya asks, when Mei starts stroking him again, after putting lube on his palm. “Can I come?”
Mei drops his head to mouth at Kazuya’s neck, where he’s most sensitive. “Yeah,” he murmurs, words seeping into Kazuya’s skin. “You can.” Kazuya’s chest shakes, then convulses as he streaks Mei’s knuckles, the sound ripped right out of the lowest portion of his throat before it’s ready to be heard. Mei strokes him through it, later pressing himself close to the floor to lick over his softening cock, cleaning him up and drawing it out longer at the same time.
Kazuya lets him, his entire body quivering like an autumn leaf, until finally he says, “Red.”
Mei stops, crawling up his body to kiss him, messy and sated. Kazuya is so fucked-out that he can barely keep his eyes open, his tongue lazy and overheated.
“I’m going to untie you now,” Mei manages, when he tears himself away from those lips. Kazuya nods. Mei undoes the choker first, gently brushing his fingers over the red indents where it had been, hearing the sensitive sigh escape Kazuya’s mouth. He gets the ankles next, then the wrists. When he pulls out the plug, Kazuya whimpers, his body too sensitive for anything more than that.
He still says, “Thanks”, as he gets up, and Mei can see how red his knees are now, and knows that by tomorrow they’ll be mottled purple. Undeniable proof.
Kazuya’s about to leave the room, when Mei catches up to him, his hand, still a little damp from the lube, catches Kazuya’s wrists.
Kazuya turns. “Yeah?”
“Did I—” Mei breaks off, the sudden, torrential anxiety too much for him to handle all at once. “Did I do okay?”
Kazuya stares at him before he laughs, wrapping his hands around Mei’s hips and squeezing, pulling Mei into his chest. Mei flushes, angry and confused, how dare Kazuya laugh after Mei did all that for him—
Then Kazuya kisses him, warmth sinking into Mei’s mouth, his neck, his chest. “Jesus,” he says, pulling away before Mei’s ready, “I thought you said you weren't worried.”
Mei resists the urge to stomp on his foot. “I was not!”
“I’m going to take a shower,” Kazuya says, inspecting Mei’s hand. The light in the room is off, but the hall light is on, and it’s bright enough that Mei can see the rope’s imprints on his wrists, the raised, pink skin still visible. But Kazuya doesn’t move, still holding Mei’s hand, keeping his eyes trained directly at it like he’s doesn’t know what to do next.
So Mei saves him from it. “You owe me five favors,” he says, "for the bonus points", which is the perfect thing to say, because that makes Kazuya let go of him immediately, heading for the door. Mei laughs, and follows the faint glow lagging behind Kazuya’s back until he catches up.