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Biting his nail Yoshio had been too wired up. Trying to take care of himself wasn’t happening or hitting that itch, not for the past three days. There was only one person he’d ever even trusted consistently to help him with that, but it had been months since they’d talked last. He’d gotten busy with work, hell they both had. Pulling his phone out he hopped up on the counter looking at the contact details. “He probably won’t even pick up.” Expecting to go to voicemail he called anyway.
Nanami glanced down at Ino as his phone went off. “It was supposed to be silenced.”
Waving it around, “It IS but some calls get through.” Answering, knowing it was one of about three people. “Yeah, what’s up?” Silence followed for a long moment. Pulling the phone away to check the caller ID, Ino pulled an about face.
Not a call he wanted Nanami to hear.
“Yoshi? Are you okay?”
Blinking and snapping out of it. “Y-yeah, um.” Not sure what to say, “You answered.”
A little confused, “Yeah, you called. Did you need something?” He was intentionally not saying it. Nanami would probably scold the hell out of him if he knew Ino was involved in any sort of club, least of all a BDSM club, even if had been a few years ago.
Swallowing hard, Yoshio dropped his head into his hand. “Are you… busy later? I know it’s out of the blue and-”
“No, I'm free, but I can’t talk now. I’m at work. Call you back in about three hours?” It would give him plenty of time to get back to his place and take a shower as well as unwind for a bit.
Looking at the clock Yoshio nodded, “Yeah, sorry to interrupt you at work.”
“Eh, happens. Good to hear from you though. I thought you might have gone and died.” Ino heard the chuckle on the other end. “Three hours.” He hung up after the hum. Jogging back over to Nanami he shrugged. “Whatta gunna do?”
“Silence your phone while working.” While Nanami didn’t exactly like the job either, there was a level of professionalism he adhered to, expecting the 23 year old to do the same. “Who was it? Your sister?” As far as he knew Ino only had two people who could get through, his sister and his mother.
“Old friend. Kinda odd guy.” Truthfully, Ino kinda worried about him. There was something about him that had made him keep an eye on the guy since the first time they met.
Yoshio was at the bar on a far end hiding away, milking a whisky and coke watching everyone and interacting with no one. Ino had been 19 and full of fire, but it was the guy's energy that drew his notice. Faint, locked up tight, but cursed energy. It had taken two hours before he’d lost his ridgedness around Ino. Two more visits to the club before he found out why Yoshio sat at the bar.
They hit it off after that and Ino had made him fucking melt without ever making him take his boxers or binder off. Yoshio was so touch starved, kinky as hell, yet insecure about his body. A vibrater at the base of his packer had done wonders to loosen him up during their play. Ino had been a little surprised still when Yoshio had called him to ask for his help before his top surgery, which was why his number came through. It had been years ago now, but they usually stayed in contact, especially when Yoshi couldn’t sleep, which was probably the case here.
Three hours, Yoshio could keep busy for three hours. If one thing he knew Ino for, it was his time management. The call would come through at 7:05 at the latest. The thing that sucked was he had caught up on his own work. All the books he needed to get done had been balanced two hours ago.
Picking at the counter he slipped off it, debating deep cleaning his apartment. It wouldn’t take very long, maybe an hour and a half, two at most. Kneeling for the sprays and towels he knew it would blow some time.
Finishing up, the apartment smelling like cleaner, it had been a little over an hour and a half. Cleaning had been a good distraction, but now he was nervous as fuck and overthinking. Maybe it was better to message Ino and let him know it wasn’t anything serious. That he was fine.
Yeah right, Ino would see straight through it. The guy could read him to filth in minutes. Heart picking up he pulled his phone out and set it face down on the clean counter. “Get a fucking grip.” He just needed to blow time, distract himself.
As it rolled over to 7:09 he felt a little sour and relieved. At least Ino hadn’t told him to get lost. With a whole evening to blow he knew if he went to the club he wouldn’t be able to pluck up the courage to do anything and it had been a long time since he’d gone. Gathering clothes for a shower at least, maybe he could go to a bar instead or walk around. Just be around people for a change. If he was lucky he wouldn’t see any of the shadows that seemed to watch him.
Towel drying his hair he heard his phone ringing. Answering it. “Yoshio speaking. How can I help you?”
Tired himself, that little sneak peek into Yoshi’s other side made Ino feel better. “I got tied up filing some paperwork for my boss.”
Biting his inner cheek Yoshio felt heat rise to his stomach. “Ow.”
From that alone Ino knew, “My place or yours?” Stepping into his own little role, “Actually, I’ll come walk you over to mine. Catch up for a bit before I make you whimper.”
Face going red, Yoshio took a deep breath through his nose. “Ino?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.” The good thing, no, the best thing about Ino was he could shut his brain off. Not worry about being judged for things he couldn’t change. Ino also never crossed a line, even when there had been times Yoshio had wanted him to…bad. If it wasn’t what their usual encounters involved, Yoshio either spoke up, or went without. Before he could chicken shit out, “Maybe something extra?”
Now Ino wasn’t sure about that. “We’ll see.” A single orange flag went up in his head. Yoshi was ever capable of taking care of himself. Just in case though, he could grab a pack of condoms on the way there.
Getting to the door, just as he was about to knock Ino felt the barrier. It was sloppy and thin, but someone had put it up. It wasn’t a veil, or even close to it actually. Placing his hand on the door he knew it was Yoshi’s. That was new. It broke apart like swiping a spiderweb away as he knocked.
“It’s unlocked.” Yoshi’s voice carried through the door. “I’m grabbing my wallet.”
Opening the door, Ino leaned in the doorway. “The landlady didn’t look happy to see me.”
“She hates anyone who doesn’t pay her rent.” Yoshio rolled his eyes. The woman was a witch, he would have put money on it. Glancing back, he did a double take and froze, standing up straight. Ino had his ski mask bunched on his head, in mostly back, one ankle crossed over the other, shoulder on the doorframe, watching him with a lazy pull at one corner of his lips. “Am I in trouble?”
Ino enjoyed this game, “Do you wanna be?” Despite Yoshi being older than Nanami, you couldn’t tell by looking at him, or the way he acted. It didn’t blow up Ino’s ego, but there was something about it that made his mood shift.
“I don’t know yet.” Hesitantly he walked over, making a show of shoving his wallet in his back pocket. He was actually a little more nervous now. Being in trouble with Ino usually involved a riding crop. The slight light in those brown eyes made his heart jump again. “I’m actually asking.” Looking up slightly he kept his voice low.
Ruffling Yoshi’s hair he pushed him out the doorway. “You’re not. At least not yet. Keep stalling and I can change that.”
Walking along Ino didn’t miss how tense Yoshi was. Using his elbow to bump him, “What’s got you so up tight? Are you not sleeping again?” The deer in the headlights looks had him glancing down to his right with a slight head nod. If only he knew what Ino had just gotten done taking care of. Ino wanted him closer, in range so he could defend the guy if need be.
Yoshi understood immediately and fell in line with him. “Same as usual. There was a point where I was sleeping fine, but…”
“Hm? But?”
“It’s nothing.” Yoshio wasn’t about to tell anyone about the severed finger that showed up. It was the second one now, and he’d gotten rid of it. Some kind of energy seemed to follow it, and he was seeing shadows again and his sleep paralysis had eased, but it wasn’t worth it. It left him entirely unnerved by the man who’d woken him up laughing early in the morning.
“Well, in any case, you can crash at my place. I have to be into work a little early but so long as you lock up I don’t see why you can’t stay.” It wouldn’t have been the first time. Nanami had called him in early before when Yoshi had stayed the night and couldn’t sleep.
“I’ll be out of your hair when you head out for work then.” This felt more awkward than anything after not reaching out for months.
“If you want to, offer stands.” Pushing at Yoshi’s head a bit he heard the older man grumble about being pushed around. It was good to see those eyes mostly green without super dark bags underneath them. He'd called before it got bad.
When they got close to Ino’s place Yoshio almost stopped. Not missing a beat, Ino called back, “Keep it stepping.” He was already planning what he was going to do. Probably wind Yoshi up and watch the tension melt out of him. Maybe he would pretend to be a little mad, it had been months. Make him worry a little bit. Ino was getting a little excited just thinking about it. Even if Yoshi didn’t get laid, he could play a little rough. Impact was nothing usually. Ino was feeling more sensory deprivation tonight however. Hard reset Yoshi’s nervous system.
Following along Yoshio started to turn his mind off. When they got up to the door he already felt himself starting to slip. Ino’s hands were about to be all over him, satiating the burning need in his skin. His scalp prickled too, knowing Ino couldn’t ever keep his hands out of his hair.
Without a word, once the door was shut, Yoshio lost his shirt. Ino could appreciate the new muscle definition in that back. It did however pull the skin around the scar on his shoulder. “Been going to the gym?” Tracing a fingertip over the back of Yoshi’s shoulder he felt him shiver.
“No, been at the house. Body weight stuff mostly. Pull up bar.” It hung over his bathroom doorway and had gotten some use since he couldn’t sleep at times. He’d tried to wear himself out. Feeling Ino step up closer behind him, he knelt to the floor lifting his chin, eyes closed.
Ow yeah, he was blinding Yoshi later. Reaching down to run his fingers over Yoshi’s neck he saw the shiver and his nipples tighten. “Any sensation yet?” Using his other hand he positioned his fingers around it.
“No, Sir.” It came out as a sigh. “Not much.”
Ino loved to hear that rolling off Yoshi’s tongue, Sir~ He’d scolded him about it before, but it was something the guy couldn’t shake. “Eyes.” When he saw just how green they were he took a slow breath through his nose. Yoshi was desperate and had already fallen into his headspace. It wouldn’t be long till he was putty, 45 minutes maybe. Scratching the back of his head it fell forward without much pressure at all.
The dynamic started in full swing. Ino pulled on that ash-brown hair a bit to bring those green eyes back to him. “Go get comfortable. I’ll be in shortly.” Watching Yoshi rise to his feet and make his way to the bedroom, Ino went to the back of the linen closet to retrieve the shoe box with his collection of things. Tossing the condoms inside he pulled the bandana, a standard yellow soy candle, a white soy in a tin, as well as matches, tucking them into his pocket.
Unsurprisingly Yoshi was sitting in the middle of the floor, crosslegged, head down, eyes closed. This was how they started every time. Ino saw those green eyes open to track his feet. “Nice and easy.” Putting his knees on Yoshi’s back he felt him lean back into it. He was aware at least, a very good place to start. When those green eyes locked with his he held out the bandana between his fingers. His eyes shut and he gave Ino a slight nod. Usually he made Yoshi confirm verbally, he let it slide this time.
Without being able to see, Yoshio sat perfectly still, ears perking up. Fingers at his neck brought his head up as they traveled down his chest. It set his nerves on fire, ultra aware of the sensation as his breathing became deeper. Feeling Ino’s knees slide down then to his sides he waited for the pressure on his chest. The nonverbal ask for him to lean back. Instead Ino moved to him.
Running his hand down further he made Yoshi sit with his legs out. “Why did you really call?” Lifting one hand to brush the hair off Yoshi’s forehead he waited for the answer.
“I tried.” Yoshio didn’t want to say it outloud. “I tried to scratch the itch. I couldn’t reach.”
“Did you go out?” Ino meant to try his luck with someone else.
“No, Sir.” He felt fingers in his hair tighten. “Sorry.” It slipped his mind sometimes that Ino didn’t really like titles. It was a habit he’d formed, for men or boys Sir, for women or girls Ma’am. He could thank his mother for that. Reaching back he tugged on Ino’s shirt, feeling him chuckle. “God,” He stretched the word out. “Please?”
Pushing Yoshi up he pulled his shirt off. “You’re not getting away with it again.” Putting the slightest pressure on Yoshi’s chest he leaned back as Ino dropped his lips to the exposed skin of his shoulder, murmuring, “You should at least try you know. I might not always be around.”
Running his hand up Ino’s arm, “But you are now.” When he felt nails run up from his waist he arched into it. It wasn’t rough, yet, but it was exactly what he wanted. When they stopped at his neck he hissed.
While it was true, with Ino’s line of work, there was no guarantee that would be true at the end of the week. Moving Yoshi’s head to his shoulder, "Should still try, be prepared. Who’s to say I don’t get put on a trip out of the area.”
“I’ll suffer.” Yoshio hated it when he did this. Always trying to push him to someone else despite knowing why he wouldn’t and didn’t. “It’s an itch, not a disease.”
Only Ino knew how fast it could turn into one. Yoshi was a walking curse magnet waiting to happen. It was one of the reasons he stayed on call. The fear Yoshi carried everyday in and of itself was a little concerning. Nanami would definitely not approve the method he used to exercise it either, but then, that was why he’d stepped away when he heard Yoshi’s voice. “Not yet in your case.” He played the line close, always did. One slip of the tongue from revealing the truth to the guy. Of revealing the existence of curses.
Rolling his eyes under the blindfold he felt those nails dig a little harder down his front. Panting he groaned.
Slapping a hand over Yoshi’s mouth, “Keep it down or my neighbors will hear.” One of which was also a sorcerer, one who knew Nanami. “If you don’t, then I’ll have to get the leather.”
At the threat of the crop Yoshio’s head rolled over to press into Ino’s neck. God he smelled good. Teakwood and rain, a combo he could pick out as Ino’s even on a bad day, blind, and distracted. Trying to pull one of Ino’s fingers into his mouth, it pulled away instead. Pouting he was grabbed by the chin. Before he could protest Ino was kissing him, sending his heart through the roof. So much so he missed the sound of the match.
Lighting the white candle, using it to start the yellow, Ino held it over Yoshi’s chest. The first drop of wax made him gasp, which Ino swallowed eagerly. Now he had to be careful, more than once Yoshi had tempted Ino to put him on his face and take Yoshi’s ass. Pulling the candle away when Yoshi reached for it, “No. We just started.”
Blind, Yoshio balled his hand in the stray strands at the back of Ino’s neck as a second drop hit his side to bounce off to the floor. Grabbing his own pants he unbuttoned them.
Ino wasn’t having it. Pulling away, he blew the candle out to stand up. “No, scoot back to the bed, grab your wrist.” Despite the pained look, Yoshi did as told.
Swinging his leg over Yoshi’s head so he had one leg on either side, Ino relit the yellow candle checking the progress of the white, pulling Yoshi’s chin up so his entire chest was exposed. He was breathing hard already. Drop by drop, the wax landed on his chest, Ino feeling his heart beat harder and faster under his fingers on the pulse point. Yoshi was trying to stay quiet, and because of that he was locking up his jaw and panting hard. It was getting Ino harder than it should have. Letting a drop land on the scars on Yoshi’s chest and trailing it over, he forced an excuse, knowing full well the skin was still sensitive, even years after the surgery.
“Fuck~ fuck fuck fuck!” The heat left Yoshio’s head swimming as the wax made trails down his chest, pooling along natural lines between the little muscle he had. “I’m sorry. I’m so-” The next drop of wax was closer, and hotter. He couldn’t stop the moan, even through clenched teeth. He lost it more when he felt fingers graze through the hot wax and over what had cooled and bare skin. His jaw fell open.
Taking his discarded shirt, Ino balled part of it up and put it in Yoshi’s mouth. It did the trick. Yoshi’s foot came up and he stomped it into the floor, twitching backwards hard. Turning the candle up the wax melted faster as he dropped it over his shoulders. Trailing it quickly down to his stomach he let a few drops hit the trail of hair that led down into what he wanted. Control Ino, He thought to himself, blowing out the half melted candle.
Running his fingers over his neck Ino waited till his breathing had slowed some. “Good boy. Breathe.” He could 100% get off on this kind of thing. At work he took orders, here he gave them with consideration to Yoshi’s physical reactions.
With the shirt in place, and white candle melted enough to his satisfaction, Ino blew out that flame too. Supporting Yoshi’s back so he couldn’t run, he waited for him to move his hands under Ino’s leg. When it was done, Ino tipped the wax over in a steady stream. Constant sounds left Yoshi’s throat muffled by the shirt as Ino lifted his chin higher to watch the wax run and cascade down Yoshi’s skin. His sub’s shoulders were shaking with the effort not to let his wrist go behind his back and under Ino’s calf. He was adjusting his fingers, rolling them across his own wrist at the temptation and urge to obey.
Waiting for the wax to solidify, Yoshi's head was resting on his thigh, breathing out his nose hard, sending air over the skin. “Should I scratch it off or use the leather?” Short breaths made his chest rise and fall, cracking some of the wax in places. Dropping his hand to Yoshi’s happy trail, using his nails, he dug up some of the wax. The groan was like music to his ears as his sub’s head pressed into his thigh with more pressure, biting down on the shirt in his mouth.
He used his nails up Yoshio’s abs to scratch at his skin and wax. His brain was gone, foggy. Yoshio heard a question, and nodded. It felt fucking great! He was turned on, wound up, and ready to crash down. What exactly Ino had in mind for that he didn’t care. The sudden crack of leather on a patch of wax sent him over, not hard, but enough to take the edge off. Crying out he came in his own pants, shaking as it cracked again. It wasn’t enough to hurt, but it left behind a tingling sensation. The leather swiped away the wax, brushing across his skin. He was in trouble in the best way possible.
Pulling the shirt from his mouth, Ino struck him again, more sound than anything. Just hard enough to crack the wax. “Harder? Or same pressure?”
“Harder.” He whined. When the next strike hit he gasped, the blindfold being ripped off. His eyes hit Ino’s to see exactly how much the guy was getting off on it.
The look of pure, unadulterated, pleasure on Yoshi’s face absolutely sent him. He cracked the whip harder, watching Yoshi jump and his eyes almost roll back. Keeping that same swing he cleared most of the wax. He stopped when Yoshi flinched as he went to strike the wax on his shoulder. Resting the handle under his chin, Ino nodded. “We’re done. You’re okay.” The crash was almost instant. As he talked, Ino used his fingers to start to chip at the last of the wax.
“I actually think they heard. But that was my fault. If we were at the club the music would have covered it. You did good.” Ino knew any sort of fake praise would only piss him off when he came around. Running the back of his knuckle up Yoshi’s neck he leaned over to start clearing the other side, intentionally leaning close. “You can let go of your wrist.”
Almost losing his balance when Yoshi pulled him over to rest his forehead on Ino’s side, he smirked a little. Because of course his sub would, of course he’d try and drag him into his lap. The guy just wanted to be in someone’s personal space at all times. More focused on getting all the wax, Ino jumped feeling a tongue glide across his side before Yoshi kissed it. “Nonverbal?” Shit probably. This was the precursor to it; Yoshi went so soft. “Can you get up?”
Slowly he nodded. Yeah, he could get up at least. Walk home, no. If anything he wanted to curl up with Ino, but he still needed to come back to earth, else he’d probably get way too attached. It was something they had both agreed wouldn’t be in their best interests. There was a day they’d have to go their separate ways, stay in contact sure, but the line needed to stay solid. “Yes Si-mmmmm.” He just caught himself.
Leaning back up some, Ino dropped to give him another scalding hot kiss. It had been a bad idea. Yoshi dragged him down, knocking his mask off his head as he grabbed a handful of hair. He wasn’t done, or Ino had relit the fire. Eh, Yoshi could take some rough fun then. Digging his hand into Yoshi’s thigh, Ino felt him choke and groan. He knew pulling away was smart, but he was slipping too.
In seconds it was a full blow makeout. Yoshio’s heart was slamming, his skin on fire where Ino was grabbing him and scratching up his sides, back, and chest in warning but he didn’t care. A hard twist in his hair and his grip in Ino’s came a little looser.
“Easy, now Yoshi.” Ino was finally able to pull away, his self control creeping back in. “We have to slow down.” Dear god! How he didn’t want to! So many close calls with curses, tomorrow wasn’t guaranteed and he was still essentially training with Nanami, trying to convince the guy to put him up for recommendation for Grade 1 Sorcerer. Curses were popping up more often now, and more at second and first level. Not a big problem, but lower grade sorcerers were being overwhelmed already.
Letting Yoshi go, with the taste of him still on Ino’s tongue, he had to be the voice of reason. “Come on. We’ll sit in the living room.” He knew exactly what to do to paralyze Yoshi so he didn’t move.
Following along, drunk off Ino, who he wanted another piece of, he saw him point to the floor by the couch. “This sucks.” He sat down watching Ino grab something out of a drawer in the kitchen. When he came back with markers Yoshio changed his tune immediately, a smile spreading over his face. Settling in as Ino grabbed the remote for his music system he closed his eyes. “You better take a picture.”
“Get on the couch then and don’t move.” Popping open the black permanent marker he saw Yoshi jump up fast, cross his legs and turn into a statue on the cushion. Even when he touched Yoshi’s back he stayed completely still, goosebumps breaking out down his spine. Pull a marker out around him and he wanted you to draw on him. He wouldn’t move, if you didn't have a marker he’d take shapes and a finger in its place in a pinch.
Utterly touch starved.
Despite sucking at it with markers, Ino did his best as he started to draw random things. A sucky flower, a car, but as he started to draw he figured he’d do something better. Maybe key Yoshi in on what was happening. He drew one of the recent curses he’d had to kill to the best of his ability, then another, and a third. For nearly an hour as music played Ino just drew while Yoshi’s breathing and heart rate dropped. With the slightest bit of pressure Yoshi was leaning forward too, in a daze.
Trying his hardest not to think about it, he was still wound up. Feeling Ino’s hand skim across his back and the wet ink wasn’t enough. He didn’t want to get dicked down necessarily, but damn did he want something, someone in his mouth. It happened so rarely too, but as Ino drew he couldn’t get the thought out of his head, leaning forward with the slightest push. It was stuck there. The only thing he had to do was ask. It was outside their normal routine, and Ino wouldn’t let him do it if he just went for it.
Hearing the marker get capped he took the chance. “Can I taste you?”
Taken aback, “What?”
Swallowing hard, “Can I blow you…Ino?” Turning his head, but not looking over his shoulder, he could swear his ears were going red.
Shocked by that, Ino took a second to just look at him. It struck him too that Yoshi looked actually almost perfect on his couch. Like he was supposed to be there at that moment. “Why?” He knew Yoshi didn’t like being on his knees, it was a power struggle thing. He’d admitted it and they had taken it off the table early. This was a wild 180.
Having gotten the hard part over with, “I want to. And it’s a rare thing.” Finally he looked back at him. “Please?”
Unsure what to do, Ino turned so his legs hung off the couch. “You don’t have to.” When Yoshi dropped to the floor to sit between his knees looking up at him expectantly, he gave in to the request. It wasn’t an issue, he was already almost hard at the idea. Pulling his pants down over his ass he let his dick come out from his waist band.
Leaning up, Yoshio started at the head, taking it into his mouth. Teakwood and rain hit his tastebuds. Hearing Ino take a breath made his heart jump. Putting a hand on his abdomen Yoshio pushed him back as his head sank down, tongue cupping the shaft. Swirling it around he brought his head up to the tip again, licking the slit.
It was Ino’s turn to try and be quiet. For not enjoying sucking someone off, Yoshi sure had the tongue for it. As he sunk down again Ino put his hand over Yoshi’s on his stomach, fingers lacing between his. He just had to breathe steady and even.
Feeling the head reach the back of Yoshi’s throat, Ino felt the groan travel straight to his balls. Yoshi set the pace, getting used to it, but the instant he pushed past, to get more down his throat, Ino tipped his head back, biting his lip, a stuttering sigh leaving his throat. Yoshio heard it as encouragement, swirling his tongue from where he was to the tip sinking further down.
Ino was going to lose it, more so when Yoshi’s other hand cupped his balls. Sliding his hand into Yoshi’s ash-brown hair he tried not to push him down, but the slightest pressure had him sinking further. When his throat opened up as he hit the base, his tongue came out from those lips to lick the space between his shaft and balls. Whimpering a bit, Yoshi groaned again, hollowing his cheeks as he came back up.
God damn it! Ino would have done anything to be able to pull his mask over his face, even partly. “My mask.” He barely whispered.
Yoshio was off him in a second to retrieve it, mind gone. Hustling back, thankful for a second to get his head back and ground himself, he settled back between those legs to pick up where he left off, only this time, he went straight to base. What he didn’t expect was to have to swallow to get it all. Ino was a grower~ His lips trembled as he moaned.
Bucking his hips a bit, Ino pulled his mask over his eyes, hand going back to Yoshi’s hair. In seconds a new pace was set that had Ino not only vocal, but knowing he was going to cum down that throat. This was crossing lines! It was going to be something he wasn’t going to forget! In the last 4 years Yoshi hadn't done this once! But fuck~ was he good at it.
Losing himself a little, Ino's hand applied a bit more pressure as his hips came up. Yoshi readjusted his position and found his throat opening up further. Tears pricking his eyes he glanced up to see Ino biting his lip, mask partially pulled down, head tipped back while his throat pulled. Pulling up they made eye contact. Where Ino was almost horrified, he saw the instant change in Yoshi’s eyes as they filled with heat and need. He sank down hard and fast, tongue moving along the vein as he groaned. Heat exploded over Ino’s skin as Yoshi took him down.
“Yoshi~ Easy.” He didn’t listen. “Easy!” Still nothing, but Ino’s balls were getting tight. “Yoshi! I’m goin-” Feeling those lips glide across his shaft again he was cut off, trying to hold back. “Cum down your throat.”
He felt the nod at the base. Halfway back up he couldn’t take it. Pushing Yoshi’s head down, lifting his hips he felt the swallow around his dick and his balls snapped. Pushing Yoshi’s head down firmly, his hips moved up, ropes of cum shot down Yoshi’s throat as he groaned around the obstruction in his throat somehow. Ino was almost whimpering at just how good it felt.
The soft fuzzy feeling in Yoshio’s head made him snap too as he felt Ino release in his throat, every rope making Ino’s dick pulse. He couldn’t breathe, but the feeling of being forced down and his throat full, sent him over a second time with a fury he didn’t know existed. Moaning hard and loud over the music his blood was on fire again. When Ino’s hand finally eased up and his hips dropped, Yoshio pulled off of him, coughing and groaning and shivering. “Again.”
Looking down at Yoshi like he was insane, post nut clarity missed him entirely. He wanted both ends covered in his cum marking the guy as his. Quick as lightning he had Yoshi bent over, his ass pressing into his bare cock, folded in half. The look in those green eyes was begging him. Nodding to Ino, “It’s okay. Yes.”
Out of his mind. Ino yanked him up, turned the music louder and half threw Yoshi onto the bed, pulling his pants and packer clean off in one go.
Condoms entirely forgotten, he folded Yoshi again and spit on his ass, sliding two fingers in.
It succeeded in turning Yoshio on and making his stomach turn to a liquid. The stretching was unnecessary. He’d already had something sizable up his ass today hoping that would do it. “You please. Please Ino.” He was already panting.
Pulling his fingers out and finding them clean, he leaned up on his knees, lined himself up, and started forcing himself in. It felt so much better than his throat. His ass was tight, warm, and pulling him in already. Shuttering with a groan he saw Yoshi’s face flush as his lips came open. The rational side of his brain gave way to the primal side in a compromise. “I’ll talk you through it.”
Throwing his head back, both at the words and the stretch he groaned a sob. “Move.” Ino was a little bigger than his dildo, and longer too. Ino started long strokes that sent them both into a groan. Yoshio however had the sense to try and pull Ino back in. The next stroke gagged him.
As the songs switched over, Ino had one hell of an idea. The beat to the song was one he could stroke out. Starting the pace he grabbed Yoshi’s thigh to keep him steady as Yoshi wrapped his legs around his back. “You hear the music?”
“Yes.” He understood when Ino slammed into him, making their skin slap.
“Keep it in mind.” With that Ino kept his strokes to the music. Hard, fast, and firm. In, a slower drag out. Watching Yoshi come undone at the anticipation of the beat his eyes rolled back as his hips also found the rhythm. Ino knew damn well this would carry on for the next four minutes. He was already starting to sweat. “I’m not letting you up until we’re both exhausted.”
Yoshio was gagged, he knew damn well Ino had more stamina than he did. The threat sunk into his chest, pounded deeper with every stroke that made his breath catch.
Trying to cover his face, Ino snatched his arm back. “None of that. I wanna see the faces you make.” Changing the angle slightly he found that spot as Yoshi moaned hard, hands balling, head tipping back as his heels dung into his back.
Getting lost in the beat himself, Ino heard a growl that went straight to his head. He didn’t even know Yoshi could make that sound. Biting his lip he put his all into it while Yoshi lost his own rhythm. Pulling a thigh to his mouth, Ino bit the skin listening to Yoshi yelp and groan in one. Sucking it hard he noticed Yoshi was about to cum, felt it too in the way his ass tightened. Slowing to every other beat, torturing himself too. “No you don’t. Not yet.”
Now it had gone to his head. Grinding hard he watched it play across Yoshi’s face. Flush with his ass, Ino leaned down until he yelped in pain. Supporting his back, Ino shook his head. “Nothing to say now hua?”
“Damn it.” He was on the verge of tears as the song wrapped up. “Don’t do this, please. I-I-I,” Feeling Ino flex inside him he wanted to move, but the way Ino had him now, mostly on his shoulders, there was nowhere to go.
Smirking down at him, “To the beat.” It was a little slower. The horror and heat shimmered in those green eyes. “You can keep up.”
The joy and lust made Ino’s eyes a darker brown. Yoshio knew he was screwed, twice over. His back was killing him, but the view could pay off. Locking onto Ino’s face he tried to breathe, to hold on. If he thought his skin was on fire before, it was laughable now. Feeling Ino grind into him had his head spinning like a top.
Ino kept good on his promise, Yoshio was sweating his ass off and had been riding that line wanting to fall over it for two different songs he could remember, both having a different rhythm. Finally a song came on that they both knew. Yoshio went pale, knowing the beat all too well. He wasn’t going to make it with the way Ino had been managing to grind into him.
This was where Ino was going to drive them both over the edge. He was already close. The anticipation of it already had Ino ready to blow, the knowledge his sub was going to be coated two ways with him he didn’t give a shit about the beat. Railing into Yoshi he heard his breath catch, he could see it building in his eyes.
“Please, don’t stop. Ino please.” Holy shit he was going to come apart, the build up was already almost too much. “God please! I’m-” He cried a long moan expecting it to be snatched back.
Right on the line, Ino reached down to press his thumb right where he knew Yoshi would feel it. It wasn’t his favorite place, but the bundle of nerves tipped him over with a scream the neighbors couldn’t miss. Feeling his ass pull at him was all it took for him. He grinned as deep as he could, feeling Yoshio milk him, hard! He was going to regret this in the morning. An early morning too.
Yoshio crashed hard, breaking out in tears as his orgasm hit him so hard he saw white. Ino somehow found an angle that he could feel every rope of cum being left inside him, deeper than should have been manageable. It felt like Ino was in his guts. He wanted to be upset that Ino had gotten him with a thumb but he wasn’t sure what was up or down.
Trying not to side out, Ino set Yoshio down on his back. They were both covered in sweat, panting, and sensitive. The post nut clarity finally set in as Ino watched Yoshi taking in huge breaths, his eyes rolling as he whimpered. It hadn’t felt like that long, but it was 2 in the morning. He wanted to regret it, but couldn’t.
Legs hitting the bed, Yoshio was too blissed out to move. “Don’t.” He just got out, feeling Ino start to lean back. When he pulled back and out it felt like lightning struck him. He was that sensitive. The whole thing made him sob once. If Ino left then, Yoshio was going to kill Ino himself. Screw him being assigned to a business trip.
Laying up next to Yoshi, Ino brushed the hair that was sticking to his forehead. Pulling his own mask off he turned Yoshi so he could hold onto him, pulling one of Yoshi’s legs between his. “Breathe.” Leaning up, with the music still playing, he rolled over to get the remote and turn it off.
“Breathing.” Burying his head in Ino’s chest he wanted something to hold onto. Grabbing a handful of hair as Ino’s arm wrapped around him he started to settle. “Breathing.” He mumbled again, closing his eyes. Shivering at the feeling of just how much Ino had dumped into his ass, already starting to leak out of him, he couldn’t say he wasn’t satisfied. It was really going to suck waking up alone though.
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Alarm going off, Ino rolled to shut it up before wrapping himself back around Yoshi. His breathing was deep and slow. At some point his mask must have come off his head, it was in Yoshi’s hand tucked against his lips under his nose. They were both still entirely naked too. The way Yoshi’s leg was positioned Ino could see the hickey and bitemark had formed, it wasn’t black at least.
Knowing Nanami wouldn’t tolerate him being late without a good reason, he pulled himself up, attempting to get his leg out from under the man. Just when he thought he was in the clear, in a sleepy voice Yoshi murmured. “What time is it?”
“6am.” Keeping his voice just as quiet he tried to pull his mask from Yoshi’s finger.
His grip went tight for a moment before he actually clocked what Ino was trying to grab. “Sorry.” Leaning up he paused feeling air slide across his ass. Still groggy he pulled at the corner of the blanket to hide himself before falling back into the bed. “I’ll head out with you. Just give me a minute to wake up.”
Ino wished he wasn’t so afraid or overly conscious about his body. Even in just a pair of boxers Ino had a hard time even clocking him. It was mostly in his head, but the threat was actually kinda real. Being trans in Japan wasn’t really accepted.
“You don’t have to.” Checking his phone it had only been a few minutes. He could still make it with a bit of time to spare. A day on four hours of sleep however wasn’t ideal, he was going to be yawning all day.
After a quick shower, pulling his clothes on, he felt eyes on him. Just to be a little cheeky, he turned to look over his shoulder. “Like what you see?” Yoshi’s face dropped flat as he turned his head. “Shower’s available.” Grabbing a pair of his own black sweatpants he tossed them onto the bed. “If you want em.”
Heading out to make something quick for breakfast he shut the door behind him, knowing Yoshi wouldn’t get up otherwise. Striding past the couch and seeing the markers, he knew exactly where he sat while he got head that landed easily in the top five. Pulling at his mask a bit he grabbed the markers to put them back in the drawer.
Making coffee and breakfast he heard the shower start up. Yoshi came out tying those black sweatpants around his waist. They dropped low enough that he could see the band for the black boxers that were Yoshi’s packer. Grabbing a spare mug from the cupboard he set it by the coffee pot.
Scratching at his wet hair, still a little groggy, Yoshio glanced at the pot. “Thanks.” Pouring his coffee he looked around for the sugar. Ino produced it from a cupboard, passing it to him.
“Milk in the fridge.” He knew Yoshio usually used creamer, but milk worked in a pinch.
After the first sip of coffee, tipping his head back, Yoshio groaned. “I feel life entering me again.” Out of habit he hopped up on the counter before sliding back down out of respect.
Ino, not really thinking, picked him up and put him back up there. “I don’t care.” Stepping to the side he missed the surprise and color rise to Yoshio’s face as he sipped at his coffee again.
Nerves coming apart, Yoshio actually wanted to dip. The sudden domesticness of that action alone had him shitting bricks. Not only that but he instantly felt dainty, or Ino was stronger than he looked. Eyes on his coffee he tried to finish it in a hurry, but it was still hot which made it impossible as Ino set a plate to his right and started putting food on it. When it was pushed his way. “I’m okay, really.”
Picking it up and letting the plate fall, Ino grabbed a fork. “Eat.”
“I’m uncomfortable.” All the blood rushed from his face. It was supposed to be an inside thought, not a verbal one.
Head whipping to Yoshi, Ino was confused a little. “About last night?”
His voice shrank, caught in his throat. “Breakfast.” Wrapping both hands around the mug he didn’t look up.
Ino hadn’t even clocked it till he said something. “Are you hungry?”
“I have food at my place.”
“Not what I asked~” Ino was still a little stuck in that headspace. He was so used to being the one everyone looked after, almost to the point it was patronizing. Especially Nanami, but it felt nice to unconsciously move to make sure someone else was good too.
“Coffee is fine.” He was a little hungry, but it felt like something he’d want more often, which would lead him to get too attached. Which is why he’d wanted to leave when Ino did. “I don’t want things to get blurry.”
One of the golden rules of BDSM, or any dynamic, was communication. As much as Yoshio freaked out over it, it was the little stuff he had trouble vocalizing. Ino had been patient about it though, always.
Noting Yoshi was in his pants, on his counter, having been placed there, had been in his shower and in his bed… He knew his sub was probably freaking out on the inside despite keeping a relatively neutral expression. He knew it had been a bad idea, damn. “I’ll keep them clear. If you're hungry, eat. I’ll ask next time.” Checking the time again, he did need to get going soon if he didn’t want to be late.
Eating a little faster than he usually did, he saw Yoshi pick at the eggs, eating some of them and the toast before he pushed the plate away. There was one more thing he knew he needed to do however. Holding out his hand. “Give me your phone.”
Narrowing his eyes, “Whyyyy?”
“I’m installing an app so I can make sure you go out.”
Yoshio wanted to throw it at his head. “I have friends you know.”
“Name three.” Ino smirked as Yoshi fumbled. “Come on. Give it here.” Reluctantly Yoshi slid it over. It took only a minute to get it installed and for them to share locations. Sliding it back he made sure to let Yoshi know with a look how to disable the GPS by tapping on the screen.
Scraping both plates off and setting them in the little dishwasher, Yoshio followed his lead, swallowing the last of his coffee and putting the mug in too. “Was that necessary?” Despite knowing it probably was, he really didn’t want to admit it.
“Let me know when you’re home. I’ll walk you out.” Little did Yoshi know, Ino was well aware of his late night walks. He’d seen him once or twice while out on assignments already, a little too close to some active areas with curses. At least this way too he could make sure if Yoshi got into trouble he wouldn’t need to get a location out of him, which he was also ass at.
On impulse he walked back into his room to pull out one of the three extra masks he had. Pulling the new one he went for the door. “Ready?”
Nodding Yoshio moved toward it as Ino tossed him something. Catching it he looked at it, and knew exactly what it was. “Ino. Please don’t do this.” He whined watching him smirk as he walked out.
“It’s a little chilly out today. Do you want to get sick?” It wasn’t that chilly, but the sight of him curled up with it was going to float in his head all day. He watched Yoshi turn it backwards and pull it on, down over his wet hair in the back.
Instantly there was an energy on the material that distracted him, warming his ears. Biting the inside of his cheek Yoshio didn’t exactly want to give it back now. Fall was around the corner and his own beanie had a hole in it from wearing it with his motorcycle helmet. “Not really.” He let it go, stepping past Ino into the short hallway, eyes glued to Ino’s back as he locked his door. Pulling the material down a bit further, the energy attached to it made his fingers tingle. He doubted Ino even knew he’d given him something as personal as it was. It was something Ino usually wore every time he saw the guy.
Stepping out onto the street, Ino checked the time once more. He had just a few minutes to spare so he didn’t need to run at least. “Message me when you get home. I gotta go. Don’t be a stranger.” With a big ass smile he put his hand on Yoshi’s head, then gave him a two finger salute before he started on his way.
Just as he got in he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Checking it, a single word showed on the screen. In . Being quick about it in the elevator he locked the GPS point in as ‘home’ for Yoshi and turned on the alerts. He wasn’t getting attached, he was just looking out for a possible problem and trying to mitigate it as a sorcerer. Which he had succeeded in doing… until breakfast. But on the way out, the energy around Yoshi had dissipated, he’d made sure when he touched the top of his head.
Nanami instantly knew something was up by the way Takuma was walking. “Good news?”
He should have known he wasn’t going to be able to hide it. “Sort of.”
It wasn’t hard to guess, “The friend I take it?” The quick glance to the side was all he needed to see. “Well, we’re at work now. I hope it’s not going to interfere.”
Ow, it was definitely going to float through his head today. “Can I ask you a question?” Hearing Nanami hum as he crossed his arms. “How do you make someone feel comfortable when you have to make them do something?” Yoshi actually needed other people. As much as he wanted to hang around, he knew his work might not allow it. If Yoshi had other people to lean on it would be a lot better.
Thinking on it for a few seconds, Nanami assumed it was another adult he was referring to. “Be honest. Not everyone is going to say things you want to hear. It’s part of being an adult. Was that all?” When Takuma tipped his head to the side, Nanami adjusted his goggles. “Good. There’s been some activity we’ve been assigned to investigate. I’ll call Ichigi to give us a ride.”
As if on cue, the assistant came out of the elevator.
Falling onto his own bed, tired out of his mind, Yoshio pulled off the ski mask to inspect it. Why some things had energy to them and others didn’t had always puzzled him. It was most glaring in the shops that sold ‘talismans’. Some actually held an energy while others were either just fabric, rock, or pieces of plastic. His father had taught it to him while he was little, maybe about 5 or 6, by placing stones in his hands. It didn’t make them heavier or lighter, but they seemed to be alive in a way. Then it was talismans, buddha statues and the like.
Personal objects ended up being the thing he could pick out the fastest. His mother had the plane boarding pass she’d purchased from the USA to Japan when her citizenship had been accepted after her and his father had been married. It had been a keepsake she treasured and he’d held a few times. Their rings had been another, and he could remember holding their hands when he was little, feeling how much more energy his father’s ring had. He assumed it was from the love they shared. Those rings rested on their memorial, overlapping, against the frame that held their picture.
Curling up against the pain of their deaths, he wished he could have been normal. Could have remained ignorant, but no. He had to be the nail that stuck up. The one who was different. His parents had paid the price, and left that scar on his soul that made him so afraid and cautious.
Which was what made Ino such a treasure and a target. Not once had he ever passed harsh judgement for Yoshio being the way he was. If anything he’d been curious about what made Yoshio trans, and the follow up questions had never been harsh, judging, or overly intrusive. If anything Ino seemed to forget he was anything other than a man. Once again proven when he’d not even questioned how Yoshio wanted it.
But that made him a target. Being too close would get Ino killed and he really didn’t want to be the cause of anyone else's death. Their arrangement worked well for that. Yoshio could let him close for short periods of time, knew he could trust him, and turned off his brain. Let go of the world around him so he could forget just how much danger he was in.
Going out he felt like everyone knew what he was once an odd look hit him or someone wasn’t sure how to refer to him. It had passed mostly, but that threat still hung around his throat like a thick collar.
Scoffing to himself, “And he wants me to make friends who could find that shit out. No thank you~ I choose life and peace.” It was incredibly lonely, unfortunately. Slipping the mask back on he pulled it over his eyes, rolling to his back to take a nap. The smell of teakwood and rain hit his nose as he felt tension leak out of him again. In just a few minutes he was asleep.