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Shigure’s hands on his skin are colder than Kyou would have thought them to be, but just as big as he knew they would feel around his waist, under his shirt, pulling him close to his front as Shigure shuffles his weight and Kyou jumps without a sound when he feels the undeniable hardness and warmth of Shigure’s cock against his ass, rough jeans rubbing against the soft fabric of Shigure’s favorite green kimono. The house is awfully quiet except for Kyou’s ragged breathing and Shigure’s occasional clearing of his throat, his chin resting on Kyou’s shoulder as he reads his own manuscript. Shigure told Kyou he was supposed to keep him company since he was more likely to actually write if he wasn’t able to distract himself; Kyou thinks that sitting your underage roommate on your dick is plenty of self-distraction. The thought of what’s under him, of what he can feel poking into his flesh, makes him shudder again and he turns his head to look at Shigure, his nails digging into where they laid on the skin of his wrists. “Let me go, now,” he hisses in urgency, and then in pain when Shigure grips his hips hard enough to bruise, though the rest of him is completely still, the perfect picture of calm and serenity that only made Kyou’s blood boil even more, heat rising to his cheeks from the embarassment and the anger and, this something Kyou will bring with him to his grave, the arousal.
“Be a good kitty and stay still, I’m not done yet!” he whines like Kyou’s the adult man urging him to finish homework and not the teenager he borderline kidnapped from his room for whatever sick reason.
“You’re seriously the worst, you goddamn mutt!” Kyou squirms in place to try and escape Shigure’s freezing grip, but Shigure doesn’t move, and all that Kyou gets out of him is a deliciously low, raspy moan that sends a shiver up Kyou’s spine, leaving him feeling between horrified and beyond disgusted. “Let me go,” he pleads, again, hates that he can tell he’s pleading.
“With how good you feel on my lap? Please.”
Kyou freezes at the words that strike him across the cheek like a harsh slap, his breathing shallow and constricted. “I thought you were into high school girls,” he tries to protest, but Shigure only laughs at him, that annoying little noise that gets under Kyou’s skin in a way that not a lot of things do. (Save for Yuki, he supposes, but it’s already dreadful enough to be sitting on Shigure’s old man erection without having to think about that rat freak.) Shigure doesn’t reply to him and, silently, one of his hands finally lets go of Kyou’s waist, though before he could finally get up and consider himself free, before he could pretend this didn’t happen, that it was a nightmare he had during a nap, it’s splaying over Kyou’s own crotch. “No,” he says, sharp and concise. Horrified. He hasn’t realized yet the tears that are forming in his eyes and how his hands are trembling against Shigure’s muscular arms.
“It’s important to have a well-balanced diet,” Shigure says like this is normal, or to be expected, or something Kyou wants, like he isn’t groping Kyou over his jeans while his other hand pulls him against his chest, again. “And I never said I didn’t like high school boys.” Kyou shuts his eyes close tight when he feels Shigure’s hot breath against his ear, horribly overwhelming him. “You’re just as lovely.”
“Oi,” Kyou calls out, but he isn’t as feisty as usual and there’s a terrible weight that stops him from breathing properly, that leaves his fingertips feeling numb and his hair stand up on his arms and the back of his neck. Shigure pays no mind and Kyou simply stares at the manuscript in front of him until his focus is gone and the Kanji and Hiragana and Katakana have all blurred into each other.
“Call me Sensei. I love when you kids get all excited to meet an author,” he giggles and Kyou has to contain his yowling with sharp teeth on his bottom lip. “Kyon-kun,” he calls him in a breathy little moan as he keeps using Kyou’s body to get himself off. “Say it. It’s so cute.”
“Let me go,” he rasps out but Shigure just clicks his tongue and Kyou folds into himself without meaning to, letting go of Shigure’s wrist as he does so; Shigure has to let go of his waist and wrap a hand around his throat in order to bring him against him again. His heart is pounding such that Kyou can feel it through the fabric of his T-shirt. “Shigure…”
“Your low self-esteem is going to get in your way, you know that, right?” Kyou snarls and, though he can’t move his head, his eyes turn to viciously glare down at the grown man holding him down. “Struck a nerve, huh!? You have to get over your inferiority complex, kitty. Don’t worry, though, I got you. I’ll show you just how good you can be.”
Kyou attempts a last attack—a sharp elbow strike against Shigure’s chest—but Shigure is pressing him down against his desk and Kyou is only a barely not-underweight sixteen year old, cursed or not, while Shigure is a man ten years his senior, a grown adult that should know better than to crush a teenager with his body weight. “You’re making this so much harder than it has to be.” He sounds almost sweet, like he truly cares and is doing his best at making Kyou understand he’s loved. Kyou coughs, causing Shigure to release a bit of the weight on him. “Just lay there, okay? Shigure will take care of you.”
He doesn’t move as he feels the pressure leave his back, no longer crushing his ribs against Shigure’s desk, or Shigure undoing his jeans and pulling them down with his boxers or the cold air of Shigure’s office against his cock which is only getting harder with each of Shigure’s ministrations. He can’t think of anything except Shigure and the way his hands feel on him, gripping and pulling and stroking and they’re so big and so adult that Kyou only feels grosser. He’s not exactly a stranger to forced advances and his complaints and refusals going unheard, but at least Kagura is only one year older than him, and not someone who’s supposed to be keeping Kyou safe. He supposes he’s not exactly a stranger to that, either.
Shigure starts kissing his neck, slow and gentle, never biting him, and Kyou finds himself melting into it, only for his eyes to snap open and his mouth to close around his arm in a muffled scream once he feels an intrusion inside of him. Oh, Shigure is inside of him. “That’s just my finger, too,” he gloats and Kyou whimpers desperately in reply. The pressure is back on him, worse this time as the angle deepens Shigure’s big finger in him, and then there’s two and three and Kyou screams when Shigure brings up a fourth. “I’m not that small, you know? I’m just taking your virginity into account, Kyou!”
Kyou sobs out in wheezes as he glares at Shigure, teeth still digging into his own arm and it’s quite a miracle he hasn’t begun to bleed yet.
“You are a virgin, right?”
Kyou unclenches his jaw, spit that connects his teeth and lips to the bruised flesh never breaking, and he distracts himself by looking at Shigure, who stares at him with wide eyes and blown out pupils and there’s something truly canine about the hunger that he sees. It makes Kyou’s heart pound faster and he’s not sure anymore it isn’t due to how Shigure has always made him feel. He has an excuse, he thinks, because he’s a teenager, his hormones are playing with him, he’s growing still and discovering things about himself, obviously an older, objectively handsome man is going to make him wake up with hard-ons he hates dealing with. But it’s in dreams or fantasies, it isn’t supposed to happen, it isn’t supposed to happen to him with Shigure’s large hands holding his ass cheeks open before he spits on his gaping asshole and Kyou turns his head into his now folded arms, crying into them and wetting the pages below him. Serves him right. Kyou won’t be the only one left ruined.
There’s a blunt pressure against his ass and it goes into him before Kyou can even adjust himself around the worse intrusion, longer and thicker and oh, Shigure is inside of him. Shigure’s huge, hard, adult cock is inside of him, stretching him open and ruining him for anyone and Kyou is moaning and clenching around Shigure’s dick as he feels himself come awfully close to orgasm. He gasps and whines and whimpers, refusing to accept that he nearly came from just the feeling of Shigure putting it in, before he even has his balls slapping against his taint. “You didn’t answer me, Kyou. Is there anyone else?” He leans down and blows cold air over the burning flesh of Kyou’s ear, as the boy keeps squirming. Kyou grumbles something and Shigure simply sighs, then digs his hand into Kyou’s hair and, after petting him just a little, grips it and pulls his head back. Kyou’s tongue has slipped past his lips and he’s drooling over his chin and his arms and the goddamn manuscript. “Did you fool around with Kagura?” Kyou shakes his head and whines. “Tohru-kun?” A loud hiss followed by a louder laugh that reverbates into Kyou’s ears. “I doubt you’d let Yuki-kun touch you.” He gags without even realizing. “All mine, then. Yay!”
Kyou wants to kill him and then he’s forcing his head back down on the desk, and clearly the manuscript was some bullshit Shigure made up just so he could do this because he only moans when Kyou keeps drooling over the pages. He fucks him deep and slow, pulling out faster than he thrusts in and always leaving only the tip of his cock in. “Sensei,” Kyou hears himself gasp.
“Yeah. Fuck. You’re so cute. You’re so cute,” he begins to babble, leaving kisses against the column of Kyou’s throat as his pace picked up. “So fucking young, shit. And I’m your first.” Shigure licks a wide stripe from the side of Kyou’s neck to his lips, licking at his tongue before Kyou understood what was happening and tried his best to copy Shigure. “You feel so good, so tight.” He places his nose under Kyou’s jaw and takes in a deep breath, making Kyou tense up from oversensitivity. “High schoolers really are the best,” Shigure says deliriously and Kyou feels his stomach turn.
“You’re fuckin’ ten years older than me,” Kyou grumbles through stacatto whimpers. He doesn’t know what he means by it: his brain is getting fucked out of him and with every thrust he’s starting to feel himself change his mind. It just feels so good, he thinks as Shigure bottoms out and ruts his cock against his insides.
“Huh-uh,” Shigure moans, deep and raspy and Kyou thought about it again. There was a decade between them and Shigure fucked like he’d spent Kyou’s whole life waiting for this opportunity. “You get off on it, too, don’tcha?” He laughs hysterically which leaves Kyou unable to reply. “You will. You’ll crave nothing but older dick once I’m done with you, kitty,” he says and it’s a promise. “Fuck, and you’re gonna come crawling back. What should I do then, huh?”
“Wha’?”
“Should I do it? Hm? Should I bend you over again and fuck your tight little underage cunt?” Kyou yowls, but he’s cut short by Shigure’s hand covering his mouth. “You got so tight. You like it, too. Like that your first was grown-up cock, huh?” Kyou cries and starts squirming again, and then Shigure’s hand starts slipping and his fingers brush against his chapped lips. Kyou opens his mouth and begins to suck at the digits, drooling between them, tongue running over the knuckles and the fingernails. Shigure’s skin tastes salty and a little earthy, nothing like the overly sweet taste of his tongue on Kyou’s, and it’s like ambrosia in Kyou’s busy mouth. A muffled moan and Kyou’s eyes opening slowly to look at Shigure, whose kimono has begun slipping over his shoulder, whose dark hair falls over his face, whose eyes are wide and focused and starving, whose lips are parted and wet with spit. “You’re such a sick little kitty. Sensei just had to fuck some sense into you, right?” Kyou nods because he doesn’t know what else to do and his brain feels like cotton, impossible for him to make any decisions. “Yeah. Not complaining anymore, baby just needed fat cock in him. Is this all you need all the time, huh? Kyou-kun.”
He knows that Shigure is making fun of him, which is why he whimpers when his cock kicks against the air, reminding him of how much he’s aching, but he still nods, one hand sneaking from under his head to wrap itself around his cock. Shigure slaps it away and Kyou shudders at the reminder that Shigure is older and stronger, and then again when he wraps his own hand around Kyou’s cock, followed by a muffled scream.
“Right there? Just need a hand around your cute little dick and some cock in you, isn’t that right, Kyou-kun? Next time you start picking a fight with Yuki-kun, I’ll grab you by the collar and fuck your tight little mouth ‘til you’re satisfied.” Shigure grunts and the sound is so rough, Kyou can’t help but moan quietly at him. “Come down your throat, make you swallow it all. I’ll have you on your best behavior in no fucking time,” he trails off with a laugh that drives Kyou insane, makes him sway his hips to encourage Shigure to fuck him harder, deeper, to make him take his cock like it’s all he’s meant for, to use him as proof that he loves him.
“Sensei, sensei, sensei,” Kyou whines out, interrupting himself with tiny little moans as Shigure doesn’t relent in his pace, bruising his insides, and starts actually tugging at Kyou’s weeping dick. “Hurts.”
“You can take it. You can take it, Kyou. Such a good kid,” he whispers into Kyou’s hair, right by his temple, and Kyou whines high in his throat. “I’m so proud of you.”
Kyou screams, back arching in such a stereotypical way he would have felt self-conscious were he capable of thought, but he cuts himself off. It hits him so hard, he doesn’t even have time to say something, to warn Shigure he’s about to dirty his fingers, only manages to clench around Shigure until he’s grunting and his muscles are locking up. His eyes cross and his tongue lolls out of his mouth and he hears Shigure call him beautiful and gorgeous and hot and cute and perfect.
“Next time, put on a skirt. These pretty legs are begging for it,” he says. Kyou finally relaxes and falls onto the desk, aftershocks spreading over his body as he lays there and takes Shigure’s cock as it pounds into him, tears gathering by his lower lashline. “Fuck. How old are you again, Kyou-kun?”
Kyou can tell he’s close just by how tight his voice sounds. He swallows around his tongue, heavy in his mouth, and clears his throat. “Fifteen,” he lies. Shigure laughs because he knows he’s lying and he knows Kyou can feel him grow bigger inside of him before he’s coming deep, fucking Kyou full like he asked for it.
Maybe he did, at some point. He isn’t so sure anymore, with Shigure’s cold hands on his burning hot skin and his depraved words whispered against his ear. He doesn’t know when he changed his mind, but he supposes he doesn’t mind; Shigure murmurs something about how pretty Kyou is when he’s calm. Pliant. Kyou smiles.