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Mafuyu puffs the hair out his of eyes as he shuffles in through the front door. Kedama yips, pawing at his knees as he squats, tugging at his laces. Sighing, Mafuyu scratches the little dog behind the ears. “Hullo, Tama. Sorry it’s so late. Your other dad was being difficult again.”
Behind him, Uenoyama clicks his tongue. “I wasn’t the one being difficult.”
It’s the first thing he’s said since they left the studio. The drive home had been tense, filled with silence so thick that the gentle tick of the indicator was like a jackhammer to Mafuyu’s skull.
Mafuyu stands without looking at him, exhaling slowly. He opens his mouth to speak, ready to announce a trip upstairs or a walk for Tama or anything to get out of this place. The storm will blow over, if they give each other room to breathe. He knows that. And yet…
“I wrote the song, you know.”
Whirling around, Mafuyu glares at Uenoyama. He glowers back, arms crossed and eyebrows raised haughtily.
“So, I can tell you how to play guitar in the songs that I write?” Mafuyu retorts. And he knows he’s being petty, bordering on petulant, not helped by the fact that he was beginning to think that Uenoyama may have been right in the first place… But he’ll eat his own hand before he admits that to the cocky asshole in front of him.
Uenoyama narrows his eyes. “You can tell me how to play, Mafuyu…” he steps into Mafuyu’s space, jaw twitching as he tilts his head so he’s looking down his nose at him, “…when you can play my lines without fumbling them.”
Mafuyu can feel a flush rising on his neck. He hates it, hates that Uenoyama can see that he’s gotten under his skin. As usual. He takes another deep breath. “I’m going upstairs.”
Stepping to his right, Mafuyu makes for the door.
Instead, his chest collides with Uenoyama’s. Mafuyu huffs. “Move.”
“No.”
Mafuyu’s teeth grind as frustration boils up inside him, like molten iron in his chest. He plants shaking hands on Uenoyama’s chest and, mustering his strength, shoves him aside.
Uenoyama scoffs, barely wobbling. Snatching Mafuyu’s wrist, he wrenches him around. Caught off guard, Mafuyu spins on the ball of one foot like some absurd ballerina and then teeters. His back thuds into Uenoyama’s chest and, suddenly, he’s pinned there, right arm crushed against his side by Uenoyama’s bicep, left wrist locked up by his shoulder.
Strong fingers find Mafuyu’s throat, trailing slowly upwards to tilt his jaw up and outwards. The exposed side of his neck is assaulted by hot breath and rough stubble as Uenoyama drags his face from collarbone to cheek.
“You know, Mafuyu…” Mafuyu’s eyes widen as a fingertip works its way between his lips, tugging at the corner of his mouth. Uenoyama’s voice is low and menacing, rumbling directly against his ear, sending a shiver down his spine, “…I can make you sing another way.”
Mafuyu whimpers in response as Uenoyama drags the finger out of his mouth, trailing a wet path of saliva across his cheek. His heart is hammering so hard against his chest he’s surprised it’s not audible, but it would be far too embarrassing to just give in to his weak knees and melt into a puddle on the floor.
Even if he kind of wants to.
So, instead, he struggles against Uenoyama’s grip, trying to pull his wrist free. All he achieves is a tingling hand as Uenoyama’s fingers tighten and another abrasive drag of that prickly face up his neck. Uenoyama tuts into Mafuyu’s jaw. “Don’t start fights you can’t win.”
Kedama yaps, jumping backwards and skittering away as Uenoyama twirls Mafuyu outwards. He stumbles over his own feet, back slamming so hard into the plasterboard that it knocks the wind out of him. Mafuyu gets no chance to catch his breath because there’s already a tongue in his mouth and a thigh pressed up between his legs.
Mafuyu shivers as Uenoyama’s hands find their way under his shirt. Warm palms chase cold fingertips, pinching at nipples, tracing ribs, roughly groping at pecs. Turning his head to gasp in some air, Mafuyu tries to complain about the manhandling. It’s useless. Uenoyama merely presses their lips back together, swallowing his protests.
Clinging to Uenoyama’s jacket, Mafuyu surrenders to it. There’s a dull thunk as he drops his head back against the wall, face numb. Uenoyama smirks, moving to kiss down Mafuyu’s throat as his hands plunge to grab at his ass.
Mafuyu’s head spins. He feels disorientated, punch-drunk. He’s barely aware of his feet leaving the floor.
“Mafuyu.”
Forcing his eyes open, Mafuyu burns. Uenoyama’s face is almost ghostly in the moonlight that drips in through the window, but the steely blue eyes above him are blazing.
Wait…
When had he gone from being pinned against the wall to being pinned to the bed?
Uenoyama gives Mafuyu no time to consider that, diving back down and kissing him fiercely. Mafuyu groans as hips roll against him, thighs drifting apart automatically. His left knee collides with a hard surface and he turns his head, frowning, finding a wall much closer than it should be…
Oh.
It sends another thrill down Mafuyu’s spine when he realises where he is.
It’s a pattern he’s only seen recently, actually, obscured by lack of frequency and his own forays into the space. But Uenoyama is a creature of habit, so once he’d worked it out, Mafuyu had no doubt; when Uenoyama comes home feeling frisky, when wandering hands and hot lips lead to more, he takes Mafuyu’s hand and leads him to the double bed in their bedroom to make love.
This little bed, here in his office…
This is where Uenoyama Ritsuka takes Mafuyu when he wants to fuck.
Mafuyu moans at the discovery, hips lurching up in search of more contact. He doubts Uenoyama is even conscious of it, but god, it makes him pulse with anticipation.
A firm hand snatches up his jaw, fingers and thumbs digging in so Mafuyu’s lips are squashed into a tight pucker.
“Careful.” Uenoyama’s voice is gruff and sardonic. He smirks as he drags his thumb along Mafuyu’s lower lip. Dipping down, he exhales, hot and moist, against Mafuyu’s neck.
“Aahh!!!” Mafuyu smacks wildly at Uenoyama’s back as teeth clamp onto him.
Pushing back up onto his arms, Uenoyama hums with satisfaction. Mafuyu stares up at him in shock. That was definitely going to bruise…
Uenoyama sits up, rearranging himself so his thighs clamp tightly around Mafuyu’s hips. Slowly, eyes never leaving Mafuyu’s face, he sheds his jacket and unbuttons his shirt, dropping it off the side of the bed. Mafuyu’s breath catches as Uenoyama rolls out his shoulders. Moonlight bounces off of a firm chest and taught stomach and Mafuyu reaches out, compelled to touch.
His hands are captured before they reach their target, held in place as Uenoyama rocks on him.
“Hah!”
Mafuyu’s hands are tossed roughly back at him and he’s pulled bodily forward as Uenoyama wrenches his shirt over his head. Mafuyu flops back down, and his head hasn’t even hit the pillow before a metallic click tells him that his belt is being undone. Uenoyama glides the belt through his palm as he slowly slides it out from Mafuyu’s jeans. Turning the leather over, Uenoyama tilts his head as he examines it.
A cold sweat prickles at Mafuyu's neck. “Uenoyama-kun?”
Uenoyama cocks an eyebrow, snapping the belt tight between his hands. A sharp crack splits the air. “What was that?”
It’s far too casual.
“I, um… I…” Mafuyu struggles to get the words out, mouth suddenly dry.
Uenoyama stares down at Mafuyu, eyebrows slightly furrowed, considering him. Mafuyu brings shaking hands up in front of himself, breath held.
“You’re still wearing clothes.”
Mafuyu blinks. Uenoyama’s pupils have blown wide, hypnotic. Swallowing, Mafuyu moves to unzip his jeans.
When he fumbles with the button, Uenoyama drops the belt with a noise of contempt and flicks it open for him. Suddenly, Mafuyu’s ass is in the air as jeans and underwear are yanked off his hips. Mafuyu gasps as his legs fly upwards and end up splayed across the bed as his pants meet the same fate as his shirt, flung carelessly onto the floor.
Uenoyama sweeps the tussled fringe back from Mafuyu’s face, pressing an impossibly soft kiss against his cheek. “I like you.” He breathes it out, barely there.
Mafuyu slips ever so slightly sideways as Uenoyama leans all his weight onto one hand. The mattress creaks in protest. Trailing fingers down Mafuyu’s chest and stomach, he skirts around Mafuyu’s alert and twitching cock to his upper thigh. Twisting his hand around to the underside, he forces Mafuyu’s leg high in the air again.
“Mmm.” Uenoyama smiles, sharp and feline. “You’re pretty flexible.”
“I’m—nnnggh!”
The rest of Mafuyu’s response dies in his throat as Uenoyama abruptly snatches his other thigh, forcing both his legs out and back so his knees are suddenly behind his own ears. Mafuyu whimpers, feet kicking uselessly, hands squashed between their chests.
“I like the way you spread your legs for me.” Uenoyama’s voice deepens, harsh and gravelly. He captures Mafuyu’s lower lip between his teeth, pulling until Mafuyu squeaks. “It’s just for me, right?”
“Uenoyam—nygh!”
A thumb, shoved roughly into Mafuyu’s mouth, chokes off his reply. He blinks up at the wild, bestial man above him. Uenoyama has somehow caught Mafuyu’s knees in the crooks of his elbows, trapping him there, bent in half, as another hand snakes in to grab at his face, pinching his cheek.
“I like your face.”
Mafuyu winces as his cheek is released. Long fingers tangle into the back of his hair, yanking his chin into the air so all that he can see is the shadowy edge of the ceiling.
“I like your hair.”
A soft whine escapes Mafuyu;s lips as a warm tongue makes a languid journey up his throat.
“Most of all,” Uenoyama whispers delicately against Mafuyu’s jaw, “I like the noises that you make.”
Mafuyu can feel the hardness of Uenoyama’s cock through his pants, pressing firmly against the underside of his balls.
“Sing for me, Mafuyu.”
Mafuyu whimpers.
He understands, now. It wasn’t a subconscious choice, not some pattern or habit. Uenoyama has brought him here, specifically, because…
This room is soundproofed.
As much as that brings a sweat to his brow it also brings a wave of need that crashes firmly into his groin, a wild tempest of desire that sees him writhing. Such is the power of that sensation that Mafuyu can’t recall the thumb leaving his mouth, nor the sound of Uenoyama’s fly being released. He does notice, however, when a hot hand coils tight around his cock, and when the velvety skin of Uenoyama’s joins it.
Mafuyu bites his lip. Now that Uenoyama has revealed his game, he doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction. But he can’t see a thing and that hand is picking up speed as the man above him pants heavily into his neck and, shit…
Flailing his one free leg wildly, Mafuyu kicks his heel down onto Uenoyama’s back. He’s ignored, Uenoyama thumbing the tips of their cocks, smearing the little gathered beads of precum down their lengths.
He can’t take much more. “Ahhh, p-please, Ritsuka, I’m gonna cum…”
Uenoyama snaps his head up, hand stilling immediately.
Mafuyu pants, head spinning. So close…
He’s able to work a hand free as Uenoyama shifts above him. Trying to buy some time to recover, he bats blindly at the man, smacking him across the shoulder and head. “Idiot.” Mafuyu’s third slap lands directly across Uenoyama’s cheek.
Before he can get another hit in, his wrist is ensnared, forced down above his head. His hair is finally released and Mafuyu heaves out a few more breaths as he meets Uenoyama’s furious gaze. “Would you just put it in already?”
“Tch.”
Before he knows what’s happening, strong hands grasp his hips and Mafuyu is flipped onto his stomach. A wave of relief rolls over him as he hears the soft thud of Uenoyama’s pants hitting the floor and the rattle of a hand in a drawer before his thighs are re-straddled. Uenoyama kneads his thumbs into Mafuyu’s ass, spreading his cheeks, teasing as he comes closer.
Mafuyu grits his teeth, pressing his face harder into the pillow as he fights a losing battle to stay quiet.
“Mafuyu…”
A fingertip ghosts down his spine, making his back arch.
And he isn’t expecting it. Not at all.
“Ahhhh!!!”
Mafuyu shouts into the pillow when, with a terrible crack, the end of a leather belt is brought down against his ass, making him lurch into the mattress. Whipping his head over his shoulder, torso twisting, he mouths stupidly at Uenoyama.
Uenoyama gazes back at him imperiously, stroking the belt in his hand. “I couldn’t hear you.”
Mafuyu gapes at him, eyes flicking wildly between his face and the belt, until, following Uenoyama’s hands, they settle on his cock. The swollen head slaps lightly at Uenoyama’s stomach as he shifts his weight to grasp at Mafuyu’s hair again, shoving his face back into the pillow.
Pressing his lips into the back of Mafuyu’s neck, Uenoyama nips at the skin there, before murmuring silkily against it. “Should I stop?”
Mafuyu grasps at the bedsheets. He feels small and dirty and his own cock is absolutely aching beneath him. He resigns himself to it, to the fact that Uenoyama is going to win. He’s just too fucking horny to fight it anymore. Squeezing his eyes tight shut, he shakes his head. It makes his hair pull, stuck as it is in Uenoyama’s iron grip.
Another hot breath meets his neck as he feels Uenoyama smile against it. The mattress groans as he moves back into place, releasing Mafuyu’s head to give his ass cheek a firm squeeze.
Mafuyu tenses as the hand withdraws.
“Aahhhahh!”
Somehow, the next blow still startles him. Mafuyu clutches at the pillow that muffles his yells as Uenoyama brings the belt down again. The sting of it makes him kick, back arching.
By the fourth strike, Mafuyu is ready to beg. “Ple—aaahhhah-se, Uenoyama-kun…”
Uenoyama presses a thumb against Mafuyu’s hole, as if to torment him. “Please? Please what, Mafuyu?”
Mafuyu whimpers, knuckles white. “Put it in.”
With a final smack, Uenoyama tosses the belt aside. “Get on your knees.”
Shakily, Mafuyu pushes himself up onto his hands, dragging his knees under his hips, head hanging. “Hurry up.”
“So impatient,” Uenoyama hisses back.
Mercifully, all Mafuyu hears next is the click of a bottle cap. The thumb at his hole is replaced by the cold, wet hardness of the tip of Uenoyama’s slicked cock. Mafuyu waits. Uenoyama massages small circles around Mafuyu’s lower back and hips. Mafuyu wriggles. Nothing changes.
“Ritsuka, would you just—aaaaaaaaaaahhhhh, fuck!”
Tears prick at Mafuyu’s eyes as pleasure and pain collide within him, because Uenoyama has slammed himself all the way inside in one go. Mafuyu slaps at the wall in front of him, struggling to breathe as that sudden, deep fullness knocks the air right out of his lungs.
A soothing hand slides up Mafuyu’s back. “Can you take me?”
Mafuyu forces himself to inhale. As he slowly releases the breath, the pain of the stretch fades away into something more tolerable and he finds that he can see again. He offers Uenoyama another nod. Speech evades him.
“Nnngggh.” Mafuyu groans as Uenoyama begins to move.
“Shit, Mafuyu,” Uenoyama practically growls it, fingers digging into Mafuyu’s hips, “you feel so fucking good.”
He’s picking up speed rapidly now, and Mafuyu, weak and wanting, falls down onto his elbows, body bouncing forward with each thrust. The room is filled with the discordant chorus of his pants and moans, the lewd and constant squeak of the mattress below him, and the slap of Uenoyama’s hips meeting Mafuyu’s ass as he drives into him.
“Ri—stu—ka…” The name comes out in breathy staccato as Mafuyu’s knees slip out from him entirely.
He can’t keep up with it, because suddenly hands are all over him again. Uenoyama grasps at his shoulders, his ass, his throat. He pulls at his hair. Fingers slip into his mouth again as he drools onto the pillow, dragging spit down his chin.
Mafuyu’s head lolls as he fights to get a hand underneath himself. He’s gone in just two strokes, eyes rolling as he shudders into his palm.
He doesn’t even know what noise he’s making anymore but Uenoyama must like it because he rumbles out his approval as he hauls Mafuyu’s hips upwards. Mafuyu can feel himself beginning to rasp as Uenoyama continues to plough into him, wincing as each thrust becomes more desperate.
“Ue—no—yama—kun,” Mafuyu manages to gasp out, in between pummellings, “plea—se cum.”
Uenoyama grunts, never slowing. “Where do you want it?”
Mafuyu’s face contorts as he digs his fingernails into the pillow, barely able to comprehend the question. “Anywhere.”
“Oh, fuck…”
A slap to Mafuyu’s ass draws out a final shaky wail. Panting hard, Uenoyama grunts with effort as he judders into Mafuyu a few more times. Mafuyu inhales sharply when Uenoyama’s cock is abruptly withdrawn and his hips are shoved firmly downwards while hot and wet splatters across his back.
*
Uenoyama wakes with a terrible crick in his neck. Mafuyu is still clinging to him, curled into his side like an overgrown koala. He’s been in that position all night, ever since Uenoyama half-dragged him out of the shower and laid him down on their bed.
Cautiously, Uenoyama rearranges his shoulders to try and get a better look at him. An amber eye peeks open as Mafuyu makes a soft noise of protest.
“Sorry.” Uenoyama brings a hand up, brushing a stray curl back behind Mafuyu’s ear. His arms ache when they move. “How are you?”
Mafuyu puffs a breath out, burying his face into Uenoyama’s chest. “My…” he rasps, pausing to clear his throat. “My ass hurts.”
It brings a flush to Uenoyama’s cheeks as scenes from last night flash behind his eyes. “Uh… what part?”
Snapping his head up, Mafuyu glares at Uenoyama. “Idiot.” He smacks a fist against Uenoyama’s chest. “Pervert.”
Uenoyama winces as Mafuyu continues to pummel on his chest, grumbling against him. “So—ow, geez…” He grabs Mafuyu’s hands, linking their fingers. “Mafuyu, I’m sorry.”
Releasing one last irate groan, Mafuyu squeezes Uenoyama’s hands back.
*
Chatting with: Given
Uenoyama Ritsuka 08:10
Mafuyu has lost his voice. We’ll need to reschedule the recording
Haruki Nakayama 08:12
Oh no! Mafuyu, you shouldn’t push yourself so hard
Satou Mafuyu 08:13
It’s Uenoyama-kun’s fault.
Haruki Nakayama 08:14
Geez, did you guys stay up all night arguing or something?
Uenoyama Ritsuka 08:14
Sorry
Kaji Akihiko 08:15
🤐
Satou Mafuyu 08:16
He will be making it up to me.