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"Sumino-kuuun~"
He feels pressure on his lower body.
The bed creaks as he stirs.
"You're such a heavy sleeper."
Heavy? His arms feel heavy. Where are his arms? They don't feel like they're at his sides.
Something shakes his shoulder. He blinks his eyes open slowly.
A dark shadow sits above him. Leans over him and smiles down. The room is too dark, his eyes not adjusted, to make out its features.
"Good morning, Sumino-kun," it greets with a drawl.
"Nnn… mn?" Takumi sleepily groans. What? he tries to ask but he can't verbalize it.
He feels strangely cold.
"Your sleeping face is so adorable."
He's barely awake enough now to recognize the voice.
"Mh-mh…kh…gh?"
Omokage?
Why isn't his voice coming out right?
"Did you have a nice dream?"
Thinking about it, his mouth feels strange. Not only does his jaw ache, but the corners of his lips are slightly wet. Did he drool in his sleep?
He tries to work his jaw and is met with resistance. Plastic. He pushes his tongue against it, trying to push it out. Is this a ball gag?
His throat works around a nervous swallow as adrenaline takes over and makes him more aware.
He can feel his arms now. They're tied together above his head. Based on the fact that groggily pulling them down doesn't do anything, they're probably tied to the bed as well.
"Mh-mh-kh-gh!" he repeats, now with more force.
The figure – Yugamu – smiles wide. He's sitting on top of Takumi, Haori gone and Kimono below loosely falling off his shoulder.
"I almost worried you were dead. You wouldn't wake up no matter what I did." The assassin chuckles innocently. "That would have been a shame. If you were going to die, I would have wanted to be the cause."
"Mmh mgh mph ghh nnh?!"
What the hell is going on?!
Yugamu tilts his head. "Are you wondering how I got in?" His gaze falls onto the door to Takumi's room. "You left the door wide open for me, cutie! You have a really bad habit of not locking your door." He suddenly leans in close, speaking against Takumi's lips. "Or maybe you left it open for me on purpose…"
Sitting back up, Yugamu places his hands on Takumi's chest. The feeling of naked skin against his own is when he realizes he isn't wearing anything but his underwear. He writhes in place with a shocked gasp.
"You look so shocked, Sumino-kun. Didn't you see this coming? You were the one who invited me in the first place."
Takumi responds with a questioning grunt and a quirk of his eyebrows. A sudden burst of laughter from Yugamu makes him flinch.
"At first I thought you were just trying to be nice, giving me scalpels and other medical tools… But then the restraints? This lovely ball gag right here?" He strokes his finger along the piece of plastic in Takumi's mouth. "Not to mention that piece of underwear?"
Yugamu nips at Takumi's neck while exploring his upper body with his hands, taking a nipple between his fingers and pinching it. Takumi yelps.
"Oh, I heard you loud and clear. You didn't need to say a thing, Sumino-kun."
Yugamu's other hand rubs at his chest, rolling the peak around, seeing what elicits the most reaction out of Takumi.
"So here I am, heeding your call."
Takumi isn't following, and not just because the incessant hands on his chest keep distracting him. What is Yugamu talking about? Heeding his call? He must have misunderstood something! Takumi was only trying to give him things he thought he'd like, he wasn't really thinking about what exactly he was gifting him.
"Why else would you keep gifting me things like this, if you didn't want me using them on you?"
Takumi quickly shakes his head. Yugamu's got it all wrong!
"There's no need to be shy about it. It's just us here, you can be honest with me~"
Yugamu trails off, leaving Takumi's nipples alone and caressing his cheek with one hand while the other moves down to cup his flaccid length over his shorts.
"Or keep going if that's what you're into. I'll reveal all of your body's true desires tonight~"
Takumi squeaks and presses his legs together, a blush quickly forming on his cheeks. Yugamu rubs against him and moves the hand squeezed between Takumi's thighs lightly up and down. He massages his fingers into the fabric and Takumi hiccups a soft moan, his head lolling to the side, right into the embrace of Yugamu's hand.
The redhead tries to pull his knees to his chest defensively. The assassin shifts his hand in response, pressing his thumb down on Takumi's perineum and rubbing the fabric of his briefs against it.
"Presenting yourself? You just can't wait, can you?" Yugamu hums with satisfaction. "And already hard, too."
Takumi is about to protest that when another soft tug at his cock makes him look down and he sees otherwise. It pushes up against his underwear, softly asking to be freed. Yugamu, however, only takes it between his index and middle finger and gives it a few loving rubs. Takumi whimpers, enjoying the sensation, before both hands leave him. He huffs, hips quivering as he suppresses the urge to chase after them.
Yugamu thrusts a hand into the pocket of his hakama and pulls out a black piece of silicone Takumi can't identify, as well as a vial of something.
"Forgive me being presumptuous, but when you called out to me like that, I just couldn't help but want to be the one to do it first."
As Takumi wonders what that means, the assassin uncaps the vial and pours it over the piece of silicone, using his hakama as an underlay to not dirty Takumi's sheets. He pulls Takumi's underwear down, strips it off entirely, and smiles at his erection with self satisfaction. He strokes it directly and Takumi throws his head back, hips jerking upwards greedily to meet the touch.
"And with how you seem to be enjoying yourself, maybe that was the right call."
Takumi flushes again and wills himself to still immediately. Yugamu laughs.
"That wasn't meant to be an insult or condescending, cutie. I'm just happy to know that my initial instincts were right. I always figured you wanted to be held and didn't know how to say it."
Held? What does that mean? Like... hugged? I doubt he's talking about that, though…
Yugamu's hands, one still holding the strange object, part Takumi's legs who averts his gaze in response, growing redder at being so exposed.
"You seem to be uptight about these things, so you probably never dared to touch yourself that way, have you? I brought something to help with that."
He finally shows Takumi exactly what it is he's holding. It's an oddly-shaped thing. The handle, if that is what it is, bends and curves downwards on one side, but does the opposite on the other. It starts thin but grows wider as it goes up until it reaches the size of about two fingers. It's oddly bent to the side.
Even when faced with it directly, the redhead has no clue what it is. His expression must show as much, because Yugamu laughs again.
Without further elaborating, he presses the wet, tapered tip of the object to his ass and Takumi's eyes widen.
"Mgh gh hh?!" he yells from behind the spit-slick plastic and flails his legs. The assassin presses one of Takumi's thighs down with his own and keeps his legs spread painfully.
"No need to be afraid, Sumino-kun," he assures as he rubs the silicone against Takumi's quivering hole. Awfully gently, he pushes it inside. "It's made for beginners like yourself."
Takumi shudders at feeling his body open up for it. The wet squelching sound mixes with his heavy breaths, his arms twitching in their bonds, as he stares at the black piece of plastic slowly disappearing inside of him, out of his view. With every bit, Takumi feels a tingle as the angled tip approaches something making his toes curl.
Yugamu hums and presses down on the bottom piece to make sure it sits right. He wiggles it around and his smirk widens from ear to ear when he hears Takumi squeak in surprise, cock dribbling.
"Oh?" Yugamu pauses to stare at Takumi's confused expression. "Did that feel good?"
"…Mh-mh…"
Takumi shakes his head in quick denial but soon regrets his crappy lie when Yugamu takes that as an opportunity to tease him by moving the toy around inside him, massaging that spot and making Takumi shudder and gasp. Drool drips down his chin as his brain tries to understand what it's feeling.
"Really?"
The assassin releases Takumi's thigh. No need to spread him open when the toy and his hand are where they need to be. Though feeling the muscle tense against him in an attempt to fight against him is awfully cute. Instead, he strokes along the redhead's cock, making him throw his head back and his hips buck. That movement, in turn, causes the toy inside him to press into that spot further, and Takumi's hips snap backwards to escape.
Yugamu watches in delight as the boy essentially fucks himself on the thing without even realizing.
"You seem to like it quite a lot. Dripping like a faucet, thrusting your hips for more."
Takumi shakes his head once more, tears dripping from his tightly squeezed shut eyes. Yugamu foregoes his leader's cock for the moment and focuses instead on his face, smiling softly at him and kissing his tear-stained cheek.
"You don't need to admit anything if you're too embarrassed. Little Sumino over here tells me all I need."
He releases Takumi for the moment, hand between his legs still holding the toy as Takumi's hole squeezes it in attempts to expel it.
Single handedly, Yugamu unties the strings on his Hakama and slips them and his fundoshi off to reveal his own pulsing erection. He gives it a few quick, hard rubs, delighting in the friction on his skin, before leaning back over and laying his cock on top of Takumi's. He sucks on the skin below his jaw and thrusts his hips against the redhead who pants against his hair wantonly in response.
Grabbing their dicks and jerking them in tandem, Yugamu moves the toy inside Takumi around with a squelch. The bendable head presses against his prostate and makes him tense in pleasure. He moves it in and out, rubbing against that spot over and over.
"Mgh…mmmhhh…"
The assassin's hand snakes up to his head, fisting his red curls and pulling him back while he continues to suck bruises onto his neck.
Now with more vigor, turning up the torture, Yugamu thrusts the toy inside him, the plastic edge smacking against Takumi's perineum. The edge jutting out grinds into it and stimulates him even further. He sobs loudly around the gag as the pleasure assaults him. And yet it's not nearly enough for him. He wails in frustration.
"Pllh… Mgh-kgh…! Mgh…"
His dick hurts. It feels so good but he can't cum. He needs more direct stimulation. Yugamu's cock rubbing against his own isn't enough and he can't cum from the thing in his ass alone, despite how stupid it's turning him. He strains against the bonds, sobbing against his gag.
Panting, Yugamu fiddles with the clasp of the gag fit around Takumi's head and ruts against him aggressively.
"Sumino-kun… Sumino-kun…"
The gag comes loose and Takumi's tongue pushes against it and spits it out.
"Ommmgh… Omokh… haah… ah… Please… Please, st-" Takumi cries, but Yugamu quickly shuts him up by putting their mouths together. He catches Takumi's tongue in his own and plays with it. Takumi whimpers and sobs into the filthy kiss, more tears spilling forth as the toy is pushed and pressed against his sweet spot repeatedly.
Once his mouth is released, he's too busy gasping and moaning to speak.
Though Takumi's hands are helplessly bound anyway, the assassin holds him down regardless, roughly pulling the silicone toy out of Takumi's dripping hole, and causing him to cry out. Takumi jerks up his hips as if he were cumming, but nothing comes out. His body flops back down and a frustrated sob tears itself out of his throat.
Yugamu drinks it up again with his tongue, disregards the toy and plays aggressively with Takumi's poor nipples. His hole feels so strange and empty. It tingles from the aftereffects of this rough treatment, yet quivers in anticipation for more.
"Haah… Sumino-kun…" Yugamu calls against his lips. Cradling his head in both hands, he licks a stripe along Takumi's cheek who is still sniffling and reeling from the high that hasn't settled down.
He releases him, sits up, and stares at Takumi's heaving form. A puddle of their mixed precum lies on his undulating stomach. Takumi's cock is flushed an angry red, twitching and eager to release. The rim of his hole is equally reddened and puffy, opened up from the cruel treatment with the silicone toy. It twitches invitingly.
Panting, Yugamu prompts: "I'll make it all better, Sumino-kun. All you need to do is tell me. Tell me how you want me and I'll give it to you."
Takumi bites his lip. If Yugamu leaves him like this, he isn't sure he's going to survive. But if he throws away his pride and better judgement, his sanity likely won't live through the ordeal. Yet his cock aches so much. It begs for release, regardless in what form. And its savior is right in front of him. All Takumi needs to do is ask him to.
"Omokage…" he finally gasps. He still feels a ghost of the pressure the toy left behind. "Please…"
Yugamu remains where he is, staring expectantly at Takumi. "Please what?"
He leans down and brings their faces close together. "What do you want? Listen to your body, not your mind."
Teasingly, Yugamu strokes along Takumi's dripping shaft, providing not nearly enough stimulation to be anything other than torturous. At least Takumi acts like it's torturing him, whimpering in despair and thrusting his hips into the touch. Yet Yugamu pulls away any time he does, not letting him get more than he's given. Not until Yugamu hears what he wants. What Takumi probably also wants…
"Do you really think I'd judge? Nobody else needs to know. This is between you and me. Our dirty little secret. Isn't that why you called me in the first place?"
The soft strokes to his cock are driving him insane. Yugamu's gentle words sound more and more convincing, despite how sure Takumi was of his normalcy just a moment ago. That this isn't what he's into; that he didn't send Omokage any hints through his gift choices.
But the way his body throbs underneath the assassin's touch, the feeling of that pressure inside him and the delicious sensation of it rubbing him raw inside… He can distinctly feel the need in each body part. He still hasn't even closed his legs although he's had the opportunity for minutes. Even the rope burn on his wrists throbs in pleasure.
"Mgh… hah… I… want to c-cum… Omokage…" Takumi finally whispers. "Please… let me cum…"
Yugamu smirks. "I'm not stopping you from cumming, Sumino-kun."
Frustration seeps into his guts. This damn sadistic bastard. And yet this humiliation still makes Takumi's body tingle.
"I want… you to m-make me cum… Omokage…" Takumi forces out, red-faced. "Keep… keep going… p-please… It hurts…"
Yugamu uncaps the vial from earlier again with a satisfied purr. "You sound so sweet when you beg… There we go, that's a good boy."
He places a hand on Takumi's stomach, into their puddle of shared pre, while lubing up his manhood with the other. He presses it against the hot entrance, pushing in immediately. Takumi keens. It's much wider than the object Yugamu used on him earlier, stretching his virgin hole open.
Yugamu groans in pleasure. "You squeeze down on me so wonderfully, Sumino-kun…" Bottoming out, he takes hold of Takumi's leaking erection and gives it a few quick pumps. "You cumming from behind alone is still too much to ask, I fear. As much as I'd love to see the look on your face as you lose it from me ramming into you over and over."
"Omo-Agh…!"
Takumi wants to come so badly. He twists his hips, thrusting Yugamu up and down within himself, the assassin's length rubbing along his inner walls. Takumi yelps in delight but doesn't care to stop.
Yugamu enjoys the sight of Takumi succumbing to his hidden away degeneracy.
"There there…" he soothes. "Is that the spot you like?"
He angles the next thrust up to press directly against Takumi's sensitive walls. The recipient sobs out a moan, legs shaking and thighs quivering.
"Nnngh…! No… d-don't…!" he begs. "Please… not there… Feels… ah! Mgh! Weird…!"
Yugamu does the same thing again and is rewarded with an even louder moan of pleasure. He sees and feels Takumi's cock twitch in his grasp, his insides clamping down and sucking him in.
"I think what you mean is that it feels good. Just be honest and you can enjoy this so much more…"
The assassin keeps moving, covering Takumi's body with his own and stroking him in a rhythm offset with his thrusts. The room is filled with wet slapping noises and the sound of Takumi's desperate panting.
His orgasm hits suddenly. Not even he felt it coming. His body just suddenly seizes, aggressively squeezing Yugamu who grunts in pain and delight, as cum finally erupts from his tip. His moans turn another octave higher and Takumi doesn't even recognize his own voice anymore.
"Nghaah! Ah…! Omokage!"
Crying out, Takumi jerks his hips upwards when Yugamu doesn't stop thrusting. He instead grows faster and even rougher.
"Sumino-kun… I'll let it out inside," he announces and Takumi doesn't get a say in if he wants it or not. Another few hard thrusts right against his sweet spot, making him feel like he's going to pass out from the pleasure, and suddenly he feels searing heat driving up his guts.
Overwhelmed whimpers spill out of him as Yugamu rolls his hips inside.
The assassin picks himself up, still out of breath, and slips out of his leader's ruined hole, his cum trickling out right after him and the muscle winking and twitching.
Takumi's hands have gone slack in their bonds and he pants, head angled down. He's still coming down from all of the contradictory things he's feeling.
Yugamu crawls closer and lifts him up by the chin. His cheeks are flushed too, but Takumi looks much more out of it than he is. Lovingly, he kisses the tip of Takumi's nose and undoes his bonds with his free hand.
"Mgh… Mmmh… Omo…kage…" Takumi mumbles as his arms fall to his sides. Yugamu gently rubs over the marks on his wrists.
"Did you enjoy that, Sumino-kun? I tried to follow the fantasies you were trying to tell me about with your gifts as closely as possible."
He regards the rope in his hands.
"I wanted to actually go rougher on you, but I think this is more than enough for a first time."
Yugamu pats his hair and Takumi closes his eyes to nuzzle into the touch. He's already this far gone. Who cares about showing more weakness now?
"I was… really… just trying to give you a gift…" Takumi explains, still catching his breath. "I didn't mean anything by it…"
Yugamu keeps petting him but grows silent. Is he feeling guilty?
"At least I thought I did…" Takumi quickly adds, "This felt really good… Scarily so…"
He's suddenly pulled into a hug. With weak arms, Takumi hugs back.
"You had me worried about my instincts for a second, Sumino-kun. You can't toy with my heart like that!"
They stay like this for a moment before Takumi sheepishly looks up.
"I'll… gift you stuff again sometime."
Yugamu smirks back. "I'll be waiting."