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Shoto analyzed his reflection, eyes wide and unblinking as they ran over his costume.

It left almost nothing to the imagination. 

He ran his hands over the smooth black fabric covering his torso, coming up to tug at the neckline. It dipped low over his chest, his shoulders and collarbones exposed. Right above it – a thin black ribbon tied into a bow around his neck.

His long legs shifted against one another as he turned, clad in semi-transparent black thigh highs. He straightened his posture to get a better look at his entirety. The cut of the suit was a little high on his hips, emphasizing their curve. He turned on the toes of his converse, hands pressed to his abdomen as he shook his head and giggled at the sight of the white bunny tail attached to the suit.

He looked good. Really good. 

A gentle knock sounded against his closed door.

“Shou? You ready?” Came Bao’s voice from the other side. He could practically hear her excitement. 

“Yeah, uh - almost. Can you zip me up?”

As soon as he responded, the doorknob turned and she waltzed in with an almost immediate gasp.

“Holy shit you look hot.”

Shoto smiled sheepishly at the compliment, turning around so Bao could zip the suit up the rest of the way. They looked into their shared reflection for a brief moment.

“You look good too I guess,” He laughed as Bao playfully shoved his shoulder. She wore the same suit, the only difference being that she wore black pantyhose and heels. Even then, she was still shorter than Shoto, and he held himself back from rubbing it in her face.

“I didn’t expect to like how it would look honestly. I’ve never worn anything like this before.”

It was true. Sure, he owned a virgin killer sweater and even wore the same pair of thigh highs on one other occasion. But, he had worn them in the comfort of his own room, and out of pure curiosity without any intention of wearing either articles of clothing out.

Bao crossed her arms with sarcastic disappointment. “Can’t believe you ever doubted me.”

Shoto fixed the white bunny ears on his head. And while he was at it, pulled out the violet strands of hair from behind his own ears and allowed them to swoop against his cheeks.

“I’m actually kind of cold. I feel really… exposed,” He motioned towards his bare hips and upper thighs. He unhooked a purple hoodie from a hanger in his closet, slipping it on and walking back to face the mirror.

“Much better.”

-

Shoto’s lungs expanded with the expected crispness of Halloween night, the smell of autumn in the air. Campus was predictably semi-populated with students as they all flocked towards the busy streets of the college town right beside it.

Bao interlocked her elbow with Shoto’s as they walked alongside everyone else, and he smiled at the friendly contact. Shoto felt a rush - the population of college students screaming, laughing, cursing - it was lively.

The walk from his dorm to the fraternity house was relatively short, the sight of Halloween decorations and lights providing more than enough clues to pinpoint which house they had been invited to.

“Oh shit, Vox wasn’t kidding when he said they were going all out.” Shoto’s eyes widened as they stepped onto the walkway; gravestones, spider webs, various red-eyed animals, animatronics and jack-o-lanterns decorated the entirety of the front yard and porch.

They pushed past the small crowd gathered near the open doors, immediately getting blasted by a fog machine. Once the fog cleared enough, their eyes were met with a foyer. A grand staircase decorated in orange and purple string lights, pumpkins placed strategically at the base of the stairs.

To their left, a small flow of partygoers entered another room obscured by a large black curtain, guarded by what looked to be a 6-foot-tall clown animatronic. The large room to the right was where the crowd collectively migrated to, multicolored lights and fog focused there. He turned to look at Bao for approval before he led them both into the room. It was huge, typical of a fraternity house.

Music powered through their ears as they made their way through the dancing bodies, their arms interlocked even tighter so as to not lose one another. 

They made their way out of the crowd in one piece, settling at the much more breathable side of the room. Bao let go of his arm, their attention shifting over to a spiderweb and candy covered table. In the very middle, a large transparent container holding red liquid and what looked to be gummy eyeballs.

“Wow, hm, I wonder whose idea that was.” Shoto leaned his side against the table with a smirk as Bao filled two cups with the juice that was no doubt spiked with alcohol. ‘No hard liquor’ was a soft rule their university had implemented, but it would be ridiculous for anyone to assume that it would actually be followed.

“It was mine, I’m glad you like it.” A familiar voice came behind him, a light touch on the small of his back paired with it. 

“Oh look who it is,” Shoto turned his body to face Vox, who was slightly taller than he was. “We just got here and you found us so soon. Aw, were you waiting for us?”

He suddenly felt very self-conscious, remembering what it was he was wearing when Vox’s eyebrows raised, his expression nothing short of both amused and perhaps even overjoyed. A slight flush of red flourished over his cheeks, yet he put on a mask of confidence through his body language, placing a hand on the bare skin of his hip.

Shoto was well aware that he was exposing more of his body, poorly suppressing a smirk as Vox’s gaze flickered to his exposed skin.

“I can’t greet my friends at my own party without them thinking I’m some sort of obsessive idiot I see,” Vox took a sip of his own cup with a laugh.

“Your costume…you look good,” Vox ripped his eyes off of Shoto after a moment too long of staring, shifting them to Bao to acknowledge her as well. “Both of you do. It was your idea, wasn’t it?”

Bao nudged her elbow against Shoto’s arm with a smile. “It took a lot of convincing.”

“What are you? A vampire?” Shoto took the cup Bao handed to him, silently thanking her and averting his eyes to Vox as he took a sip. It was a genuine question, though the way he smiled while he said it made it seem as if he was making fun of him.

Technically, he did look like a vampire. Well…he usually did anyway, but the mostly unbuttoned dark red button up loosely tucked into black slacks, complete with a thin red choker – anyone would have thought the same.

Shoto tried not to stare at Vox’s bare chest, focusing on a gummy eyeball floating in his cup instead.

“Good guess, but no. I’m actually missing the most important part of my costume at the moment.”

Before Shoto could question any further, Vox began to usher them towards the freed-up couch, relaxing into an armchair beside it and crossing one leg over the other.

“You know actually,“ Bao remained standing. “I think- I think I see Numi,” She shot Shoto a glance, and he glared at her unsubtle way of trying to leave them alone together.

“Will you two be cool all by yourselves? Don’t need a babysitter?” 

Vox’s shoulders shook with a chuckle, “Yeah, don’t expect me to give him back to you in one piece though.” 

Now what the fuck did he mean by that?

Shoto’s mouth opened and closed repeatedly, gently squeezing his cup in hand as Bao gave him one last look before she disappeared into the crowd with a quick shout of “text or call if you need anything!”

Shoto leaned back against the cushions of the couch, sighing into his cup as he gulped down the juice. Vox was a wonderful friend of his, he was undoubtedly one of his closest. Their relationship was rather complicated, though not uncomfortably so. They had seen one another naked and panting for release way too many times to count. 

Although, the tension between them was thicker than usual, considering Bao and Mysta had caught Shoto sitting on Vox’s lap as they moaned against one another’s lips just a few weeks prior.

They had torn apart from one another’s touch, the heat of the moment broken as soon as their friends had walked in and slapped them with reality. The conversation afterwards was awkward, and Shoto swore he would have melted the entirety of Antarctica with just how red and hot his face was.

Needless to say, they definitely had some unresolved sexual tension. 

“So,” Vox leaned his cheek against a fist, “have you been to the haunted house yet?”

Shoto felt his ears perk up, almost as if he were a dog, leaning forward and bringing all his attention back to the man in the armchair.

“Haunted house?”

“Yeah,” Vox smiled at how Shoto seemed to light up in interest. “A haunted house. Well, more like a maze really. We cleared the kitchen and gym room, got some props, animatronics, speakers, you know. I know it might be a little bit over the top-“

He paused when he felt Shoto place a hand over his knee.

“No, no. That sounds really fun, seriously. You already know that I’m a huge adrenaline junkie,” Vox’s jaw clenched when his gaze automatically met the exposed skin of Shoto’s chest, the fabric succumbing to gravity and dipping away from his skin. So soft, so cute, so pretty. 

“Was it that room with the black curtain? I’ll have to go and check it out later.”

Shoto flushed when he met the intensity of Vox’s eyes, and he pulled his hand back with a clearing of his throat. Vox nodded before taking another sip of his drink, thinking of something else to derail the conversation from tiptoeing around the sexual tension.

A continuous buzz came from Vox’s pocket, the tension that was created being split down the middle. Vox slipped his phone out of his pocket, pressing a thumb to the screen and bringing it up to his ear with a “yeah?”

Shoto took a sip from his drink, watching Vox through a careful gaze.

“Yeah man, I’ll be right there, yeah- okay, bye.” Vox pulled the phone away from his ear and turned his attention back to Shoto with a smile.

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” Vox leaned in close, and Shoto swore his heart had skipped a beat, his breath hitching along with it. Vox brought a hand to adjust the headband on his head, gently sliding his bangs forward.

“Check out the maze as soon as you can, I promise you’ll love it.”

Shoto watched as Vox stood and walked past him with one last smile. His heart rate finally began slowing to its resting state.

-

Shoto made his way back out into the foyer, his eyes met with the black curtain and animatronic again. He suddenly felt nervous, taking a deep breath and shaking his hands out in an attempt to ready himself.

It would probably just be some scary music, dark lighting, some creepy props and- 

He heard screams from inside.

Shoto decided to shoot Bao a text, “if you find my dead body inside the haunted maze then blame Vox.” Just for good measure, of course…obviously, yeah.

He took another deep breath, before drawing back the curtain and stepping inside with shaky legs. He clutched his arms around himself, his pupils adjusting to the darkness.

Masks lined the walls, eerie music sounding in his ears. Fake candles paved the walkway for the maze. Simple, typical. So far, so good.

Another curtain was in front of him, although this one was much thinner, and he pushed past it. This time, fake body parts and organs hung from the ceiling, a shiver going up his spine when one of the ‘intestines’ brushed up against his arm.

This wasn’t too bad, not at all!

A sound of thunder sounded through the speakers, a bright light flashing as if to emulate a strike of lightning. Shoto squeaked, shrinking into his shoulders and practically running past the next curtain.

He let out a scream almost immediately, a clown animatronic whirring to life with a jostling motion and maniacal laughter. This part of the maze was illuminated by black light, and he realized there were clown mannequins and dolls everywhere. It was definitely unnerving, and so every step was taken with more caution.

He shut his eyes tightly, his body jolting whenever the speakers’ volume would increase in sudden bursts. 

Shoto liked being afraid, he loved the way his heart would pump and circulate adrenaline throughout his entire body. He considered himself an adrenaline junkie, although in his case, he was someone who most definitely found more of a joy in being scared than most people.

He looked through squinted eyes and screamed, high pitched and flush-inducing. One of the clowns that he had thought was a mannequin stepped in front of him, lights flashing violently. The person in the clown costume began laughing behind him, out of character, but genuine for someone who was most definitely also a college student.

“Shit.” Shoto whispered to himself, breathing out a laugh and leaning his body away from the next set of clown mannequins in the case that any one of them were actual human beings.

He almost jumped out of his skin when two other clowns stepped in front of him from either side. It caught him off guard as he yelled out a high pitched ‘no!’

At that point he felt his own legs carrying him the rest of the way and past yet another curtain.

This section was dark, the only light being a dim red one overhead, chains and faux body parts swinging from the ceiling. Although eerie and probably the creepiest, this section of the maze seemed a lot shorter, with the next curtain already very clearly in his sight. He could hear laughter and music from the other side, which meant that this part of the maze was the very last one.

Just this last one, just one and he could laugh about this. He stepped forward, bracing himself with each step.

He was halfway through it, just a few more steps and-

Shoto was suddenly being pulled to the side and backward, a yelp caught in his throat when a hand covered his mouth and muffled any and every noise that attempted to leave it. His heart was practically pounding out of his chest, his hands coming up to grip the wrist, thrashing his body against the other arm wrapped tightly around the front of his waist.

Then, something sharp pressed against his back, and he froze.

Oh shit. Oh, shit -

“I’ll give you a 5 second head start,” A voice said from over his shoulder. That voice – his panic began to simmer down upon recognizing it as Vox’s. The hand clamped over his mouth loosened, resting against his chin instead.

“What-“

“You should run.” Vox’s voice had more bass than usual, the deepness of it so distracting that Shoto almost didn’t register what he had said.

‘Run’?

“Run where? What are you talking-“

The same hand resting on his chin gripped his jaw, effectively moving Shoto’s head towards the direction of the area parallel to him. Yet another curtain, although this one was slightly ajar, almost as if done deliberately. It looked like it might have led to another part of the house.

“Five…four…”

Adrenaline spiked within Shoto’s chest as he scrambled to stand, realizing there wasn’t any time to ask questions. He pushed past the curtain Vox had directed his attention to, and he was met with the sight of stairs completely void of anything even remotely Halloween related. He almost tripped over his feet rushing up the steps, stuck between turning around to face Vox who was without a doubt chasing him, or continuing to run.

This was most definitely a part of the fraternity house that was not open to any party goers, and Shoto’s mind flashed with the thought of where in the hell Vox was leading him to.

He turned the corner, curiously turning his head and seeing a sliver of red and black ascending from the stairs. Shoto cursed under his breath, a small smile pulling at his lips.

The room he had turned into led to a long hallway with closed doors. His steps slowed as he looked around, and then over his shoulder. His heart dropped delightfully when he saw what was stalking behind him. The familiar silhouette belonged to Vox, a demon mask with horns obscuring the top half of his face. Shoto had only seen it briefly, but in Vox’s grasp was a knife, the blade glistening with every gentle swing of his arm.

Somehow the calmness of his stride only made the entire situation that much scarier, and Shoto felt a thrill thrum up the knobs of his spine.

His footsteps picked up again, and Vox smiled at the thought of Shoto eventually running into a dead end. 

And oh how fitting it was. Shoto running, the bunny tail peeking from underneath his hoodie with each thrust of his arms as he ran, the headband that held the ears swaying ever so slightly. It gave Vox a rush, for he began to feel like a predator, a wolf chasing after its prey.

It was thrilling. 

Shoto was nearing the end of the hallway, and panic spread through him when he realized he had to open a door, any door. His lungs were beginning to show their strain as he clawed at a doorknob and burst inside the room, slamming the door shut behind him. 

His eyes scanned the room frantically, and he cursed silently when they landed on white closet doors. It was cliché, a terrible hiding place, but it was his only choice. 

Shoto practically threw himself into the closet, shutting the double doors and curling into the corner. The closet was dark, the only source of light being the moonlight peeking through the slats. He could see a window, a bed, two bedside tables and a drawer from where he was inside the small space. 

He hugged his knees to his chest, covering his mouth and breathing through his nose with eyes squeezed shut. This was a terrible hiding place, and he was going to get caught eventually. A giddy smile crept onto his face.

It was quiet, so quiet that Shoto heard the thump of his own heart loud in his ears. He uncovered his mouth, still clutching his knees to his chest, nibbling on his bottom lip.

The sharp sound of scraping cut through the thick silence, and Shoto let out a startled gasp. 

Shit.

His eyes widened in surprise, slapping a palm back over his mouth and cowering further into his corner of the closet. 

“Shoto…” A melodious voice, light and menacing around the edges, the scraping getting closer. “Shotooo baby, where are you darling?” 

Shoto could see now, Vox had been running the sharp metal blade against the wall. He hadn’t even heard him open the door. 

He almost leaped out of his skin when Vox came into view, stepping much too slowly towards the bed. 

“Hmm…I wonder where you could be hiding…”

Vox looked taller from Shoto’s perspective, his frame slender and elongated by the horns connected to the mask. His hair was wild in wisps, contrasting perfectly against the ivory skin that seemed even cooler against the moon’s light. Shoto didn’t know if it was because of the current situation, but Vox could only be described as hauntingly beautiful. 

He almost let out a breath when Vox lowered his body, lifting the edge of the blanket that hung off the bed and peeking underneath it. His movements were oddly slow, eerie. 

Vox stood upright again, turning his body towards the door and walking towards it, slow and out of Shoto’s view. His ears strained as he listened to the steps slowly fade, farther and farther away.

Silence.

Had Vox given up? Was Shoto in the clear? 

He waited a moment, and heard nothing.

His lips parted to let out a shaky sigh, the grip around his knees loosening. 

Then the closet door snapped open, loud and sudden in the quiet room. Shoto let out a squeak, looking up at the man towering over him, the one who was the reason for his now accelerated heart rate. There was a look of terror in Shoto’s eyes, dread and sick excitement taking over his body as he realized - there is no escape. 

His wrist was pulled up and away from his body, rough and nearly painful had it not been for the swiftness of it. The strength behind Vox’s harsh tug pulled Shoto to stand on his shaky legs, slamming his back hard against the closet door. He was caged, making him feel much smaller as his gaze met Vox’s. His eyes were overshadowed by the mask still covering the top half of his face, yet Shoto felt a shiver wrack through his body at the sheer intensity behind his irises. 

Shoto flinched when Vox brought a hand to delicately caress his face, his eyes closing on instinct. Vox was so quiet. Eerily quiet, almost inhuman. He played his role all too well. 

Say something, Shoto thought. Anything, say something, say something - 

And then Vox kissed him, slow and agonizingly sweet. Shoto was afraid to hold onto him, the thought making him twitch and whimper against the kiss. It made him dizzy, the feeling of Vox slipping his tongue against his. The mask’s plastic grazed against his cheek and nose every so often, and it brought back the fear that was lessened by the kiss. 

Shoto yelped when those lips were no longer on his, his front pressing against the slats of the closet door when Vox turned his body around and shoved him against the wood. He wasn’t holding back on his roughness, and Shoto gulped, his fingertips slipping into the gaps of the door. 

The cool metal of the sharp blade was pressed against the front of his neck, thrill and anxiety buzzing up his spine. 

“I’ve caught you.” Vox finally spoke against the back of Shoto’s ear with that same melodious hum.

Without truly noticing, Shoto’s hips pushed back against the body behind him. Vox let out a noise close to a growl, his free hand pushing the hoodie up to expose the back of his outfit. Shoto’s face suddenly felt warm, and it reddened further when Vox pressed his hips flush against Shoto’s ass. 

That fucking bunny tail. Vox began to grind into it, and Shoto’s lips parted as his head fell between his shoulders in shame. The movement of his head was halted when the edge of the knife dug into his skin as a warning, and once again his hips moved on their own as a feeling fluttered in his stomach. Vox huffed out a dark laugh.

“Unbelievable.” Vox gripped a strong hand around Shoto’s neck, pulling him back and shoving him against the bed. Shoto gasped, scrambling up the sheets until he was sitting up on his elbows, his knees bent in attempts to cover up his growing arousal. The sleeves of his hoodie were slipping off his shoulders, his cheeks red and embarrassed. It was the picture of pure shame, and Vox wanted nothing more than to pounce on him and further that shame. 

And so, he did. 

Shoto blinked, and Vox was on top of him, face without a mask. And somehow that was scarier - his expressions entirely visible yet having the ability to remain so serious. 

The knife was at his throat again, the bob of his swallow making it bounce. Vox’s gaze was intense and unfaltering, like he was trying to pick Shoto apart, intimidate him and make him feel watched . 

“What is it that you like so much about being chased?”

Shoto didn’t have the courage to say what he wanted. “I don’t” was what he wanted to say, but that would be lying. And he didn't know what would happen if he was caught in a lie. 

“You like feeling afraid…don’t you?”

Shoto felt another flutter in his stomach, his hips canting up on their own. He flushed when Vox caught the movement. 

“My little bunny. So scared, right? Your little heart is beating so quickly,” Vox ran the tip of his blade across Shoto’s collarbone, down the dip of his chest and shuddering abdomen. Shoto swallowed, following the blade’s trail down his body until it reached the bare skin of his hip, circling there. 

“And all of that got you excited didn't it? The thought of getting caught? You’re so sick.” 

Shoto whimpered, the shame and humiliation went straight to his cock, hard and uncomfortable against the tight clothing. His knee pressed into Vox’s side, reflexively and like he was trying to pull him in closer. Vox ghosted his breath along his cheek, his neck, all the while the cold blade persisted against his thin skin.

Shoto couldn't speak, his voice seemingly lost. The metal tugged at the sheer material of his thigh highs, his legs twitching away from it in fear they would rip. 

“And this, what were you thinking? Wearing this?” Vox’s left hand gripped the flesh of Shoto’s exposed upper thigh, squeezing. It hurt, a small “ah” falling from Shoto’s lips. 

“You act oh so oblivious, so innocent. But…you’re dressed like a slut.” Vox punctuated his words by flipping Shoto over onto his stomach, his wrists held behind his back. Shoto turned his cheek against the sheets, breathing heavily, remembering he was wearing a headband when he felt it loosen. 

Vox’s body encompassed the man underneath him, his hand squeezing Shoto’s wrists together. He knew it hurt. Shoto struggled to stay still as Vox ripped his jacket off of him, more of his skin exposed. 

“Raise your hips.” Vox’s voice was barely above a whisper. He didn't need to make it any louder for Shoto to follow that command, raising his hips but keeping his head down. The position was embarrassing, even more so when he heard Vox laugh. The release of his wrists allowed him to fist at the sheets underneath him. 

The zipper along Shoto’s spine was pressing against his skin, rumbling as it was pulled down slowly. 

Shoto tried his best to keep still, the fabric sliding down his legs and getting caught on his ankles, above his shoes. Vox pulled those off too, leaving Shoto nearly nude, though the thigh highs and ears remained. 

He shuddered at the familiar feeling of the knife, this time ghosting along his spine and stopping at his tail bone. He gnawed on his lip, squeezing his eyelids shut when his cock leaked with precome. 

Then he felt something wet and warm flatten against his tail bone, then an equally wet kiss. 

“Vo-” He gasped on the beginnings of his name, “Vox?” 

“This is where your tail would be. I would bite it, pull it, make you cry,” Shoto flushed at the thought of it, rubbing his face into the sheets. 

“And you would let me.”

Immediately, he went back to kissing along his lower back, wet and audible. Shoto rolled his hips downwards into nothing but empty air, his back arching further when Vox licked a long wet stripe along his spine. 

He hadn't noticed just how violently he was trembling at that point.

Shoto’s face was shoved into the mattress as he felt Vox pause, rummaging in one of the drawers next to them. His heart was racing in anticipation. 

Then something cold and wet pushed against his entrance, sudden and without hesitation. His body jolted with a squeak, his throat caught around a syllable. He completely forgot what he was about to say just then.

Shoto was no stranger to the feeling of long pale fingers deep inside him, curling and pumping in and out. The roughness of it was unforgiving and painful enough, and he couldn't help but feel like this was some sort of punishment. 

Vox wasn’t holding back whatsoever. Immediately after the first digit, another was added, then another. Shoto’s chest fell forward as he writhed, unable to keep still. The material of the sheets rubbed against his nipples, and he couldn't stop the moans anymore. 

Three fingers deep and he began to rut back against them without thinking, his breathing heavy when his cock dragged against the bedsheets too.

He felt sorry for the frat boy that this bed belonged to.

Vox couldn’t stop a chuckle from escaping him at the sight of Shoto chasing more stimulation, and a part of him wanted to be even more cruel, force him to keep still.

“Vox…Vox-” Shoto whined into the pillow, muffled. “Come on already, haah - I’m already-“

“Such an impatient little bunny.”

Shoto felt butterflies upon hearing that word, reminding him again, that he still had the bunny ears on.

Vox pulled his fingers out slowly, biting his lip when Shoto’s hole clenched around nothing. He huffed out a curse under his breath, eyes almost rolling to the back of his head with just how badly he wanted to feel it around his cock. It took everything in him not to act out of desperation. 

Vox was right, Shoto wasn’t patient and he would’ve preferred if there was something inside him. He regretted being so needy, missing the feeling of fingers stretching his walls. He pressed down against the bed below him once more, rocking back and forth with muffled whines.

“None of that.” Vox manhandled Shoto onto his back again, his face predictably red and mouth wet from all the drooling. 

But Vox, after all the exhilaration and this imbalance of power, from underneath him, Vox looked menacing and un predictable. That wild look in his eyes, the way it reflected on his expression, Shoto could see that this was affecting him just as much as it was him. 

As if it wasn’t apparent enough that Vox enjoyed seeing Shoto frightened, submissive out of fear. 

Vox’s crimson red shirt was completely unbuttoned, Shoto’s eyes trailing down his pecs and toned abdomen, right down to his v-line. He couldn’t keep his eyes away from Vox’s hands as they began to work on the buckle of his belt, slow and patient, purposefully so. 

The room was quiet apart from the sound of the belt and Shoto’s heavy breathing, his chest rising and falling with anticipation. 

Then Vox’s pants and underwear were pulled down to his mid thigh, and Shoto nibbled on his bottom lip. Vox’s cock was red, hard in his large hand and leaking precome from the slit. 

Shoto let out a whimper, his legs spreading on their own. He bit down on a knuckle, Vox catching his stare with his own. Vox gave himself a few strokes, mostly to see Shoto squirm underneath him. 

Shoto held his knees to his chest. “Hurry up, Vox, fuck-”

Then a hand was around his throat, pressing against the delicate black ribbon over his adam’s apple and stopping him from complaining any further. 

“Have you forgotten the situation you’re in? How easy it would be for me to overpower you?” Vox loomed over Shoto with a darker expression, his eyes brighter and cat-like. 

His voice lowered to a whisper, “You think you can order me around?” 

Shoto’s lips parted in a surprised moan when he felt Vox’s cock push inside him halfway through his sentence, slow at first and then slamming in the rest of the way. Shoto’s grip around the back of his knees loosened completely and he suddenly felt like a ragdoll, the feeling of finally being completely filled up making him dizzy.

“Look at you, shaking as if you weren’t just fucking asking for this.” Vox groaned at the wet heat around his cock, the hand against Shoto’s neck squeezing only slightly in order to ground himself. 

The other hand gripped the back of Shoto’s upper thigh, his fingers coming around to press against the material of his thigh highs. 

“You…the sounds you make when you’re afraid, when you’re scared, they’re fucking filthy,” Vox pulled out halfway, thrusting back in and making Shoto’s toes curl.

“Obscene,” Another thrust.

“Like you’re begging to be fucked.” And another. 

“That’s…” Shoto’s voice was small as he struggled to speak properly. “That’s not true, I- mmh!” 

He got a laugh in return, and Vox was speeding up, the sound of skin on skin audible. 

“Don’t you dare tell me you’re unaware of it. It took everything in me not to fuck you in that maze.” 

Shoto whimpered at the thought, squeezing his eyes shut and scratching at the arm connected to the hand against his throat. Vox’s words affected Shoto to his core every time, given that he wouldn’t let up his eye contact as he spoke. 

He thought about what he said. If he really fucked him in that maze, would Vox force him to keep quiet? Would he have overstimulated him until he had no choice but to let out a flood of obscenities for everyone to hear? 

The bunny ears on Shoto’s head bounced with each thrust, catching Vox’s eye before he brought his attention to where his cock met Shoto’s hole. Sliding in and out, wet and hypnotizing. Shoto opened his eyes and looked down to see Vox’s stare and he flushed deeper, stopping himself from saying anything snarky or bratty in order to avert his attention. 

Instead, Shoto squeezed both hands around Vox’s wrist, pushing the palm of his hand harder against his neck. 

“More?” Shoto sounded breathless, the word sounding more like a timid request than anything remotely confident. 

Vox cursed under his breath, his hand squeezing around Shoto’s neck tighter, with purpose. He leaned his body closer, angling his hips differently and setting a new pace that had Shoto squirming. His nails dug into Vox’s wrist, his brows furrowing, tears of overwhelming pleasure prickling his waterline and threatening to spill over with each thrust. 

Then there were his moans, his whimpers and whines, strangled and airy sounding from the pressure constricting his airways. 

Then he really wasn’t getting enough air into his lungs when Vox began to kiss him, wet and messy. Vox was aware of it too, purposefully licking into his mouth like he was a starving man. The desperate little sounds Shoto let out only spurred him on further, and Shoto felt it when Vox grinned against his bottom lip before taking it in between his teeth and nipping at it. 

“Is my little bunny complaining, hm? Want me to stop?” Vox made sure Shoto was looking at him directly, continuing to slam into his quivering body. 

Shoto gasped, trying his best to answer, but everything was too much. A spell of slight panic washed over him when stuttered moans squeezed out of him, Vox looking down and watching him struggle to speak in complete satisfaction. 

“What is it darling? Cat got your tongue?”

Shoto’s vision was misty with tears. 

“Plea…se…do-don’t…st…op.” He managed to say it, although weakly and barely audible.

Shoto’s ears flooded with the sound of his heart pumping, his eyes rolling back as Vox pushed into him with one swift thrust and slamming into his prostate dead-on. His legs were trembling with the force of it, his hands losing their desperate grip around Vox’s wrist and instead falling limp beside his head. 

He grew closer to climax with each one of Vox’s brutal thrusts, evident by the way he tightened around his cock. 

Vox cursed, almost growling, and he might as well have been. 

He wrapped both hands around Shoto’s neck for leverage, the headboard hammering into the wall violently. Shoto’s face was turning red from the lack of oxygen, small gasps leaving his body. He felt as if he would probably pass out soon and oh, that idea only brought him closer to the edge, precome leaking onto his stomach. 

Vox looked determined, a fierce look in his bright eyes as he pressed down harder against his throat.

Shoto’s body went completely lax, his eyelids fluttering closed as his vision got increasingly blurrier. 

“Look at me,” Vox spoke, his voice cutting through fuzziness, “I want to watch the light leave your eyes,” 

Oh my god, oh my god. Shoto forced his rolling eyes to focus with what little energy he had left, trying his best to listen to the words being said to him. 

“Such a pathetic little bitch, taking the cock of someone who’s about to make you pass out. So fucking close to coming because you believe this is your last breath.” That’s it. Those words were his final push over the edge and Shoto was shaking, tongue lolling out as his body focused on every physical sensation, overpowering the feeling of the ribbons of his release decorating his navel, his chest. 

Vox watched the twitching and tightening boy he was inside of, a few more thrusts and he lost all his composure, loosening the grip around Shoto’s neck completely. He leaned in close, hooking Shoto’s legs over his shoulders and his hips were in the air with how far he was bent. 

Shoto’s shuddering gasps of gratitude for being allowed to breathe again made Vox clench his jaw in a power trip. He slammed in deep, spilling inside with a muffled groan as he buried his face into Shoto’s neck.

-

Shoto analyzed his reflection, eyes wide and unblinking as they ran over the marks on his pale neck.

His throat was decorated with a fading red and purple necklace of bruises, the shape of it vaguely resembling that of hands and fingertips. 

His own fingertips ran over the marks, his breathing heavy and uneven. It had been days since he was choked almost on the verge of passing out, and it had also been days since he began to analyze the marks every morning. He swallowed thickly, biting his lip at the memory of how the marks ended up there. 

Part of him wanted to show it off, battling with the rational side of him that begged him to hide it the best he could. 

He slipped on yet another tight fitting turtleneck, the marks completely covered up. 

Then he remembered today was Thursday, and he had a class with Vox. The thought of Vox looking at him from one seat over, knowingly, all the while trying to focus on a lecture - it made him squirm with excitement. 

He rushed out of his dorm, walking towards the lecture hall just a little too quickly.