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ookanehira grunts softly as he sinks the last few inches with a snap of his hips, taking the dildo in its entirety. he stays kneeling in front of yamanbagiri, carefully balancing on his knees and toes, biting his lip. “happy?” he mumbles, twitching when yamanbagiri shuffles closer and touches his stomach, stroking the small bulge a few times.
the feeling of yamanbagiri’s palm against his skin, putting the smallest amount of pressure makes him clench around the dildo, grind down on it so it rubs against his prostate.
a hand shoots out to grip ookanehira’s hip, and he stares at yamanbagiri, biting back a hiss.
but when yamanbagiri smiles at him, any complaints on his tongue instantly melts away. “don’t move,” yamanbagiri murmurs, running a finger up the underside of ookanehira’s cock.
ookanehira’s eyebrows knit together. “what—”
“don’t. move.” yamanbagiri says again, slower this time before he takes one of ookanehira’s nipples into his mouth, kneading ookanehira’s tit, digging his fingers into the flesh as he rolls the nub between his teeth.
ookanehira’s head rolls back, breath stuttering as he jerks under yamanbagiri’s hands. “ffffuuuuckkkk…” his voice doesn’t quite crack, but it very nearly does.
pulling off with a wet pop, yamanbagiri pinches ookanehira’s other nipple, watching his chest rise and fall as he twitches but doesn’t move away from yamanbagiri. such a nice chest no one appreciates enough. “can you stay like this until i’m done?”
ookanehira hunches over and bumps his nose against yamanbagiri’s, a pout on his lips but he nods, eyes dark as his pupils start to dilate with arousal.
“good boy,” yamanbagiri croons, ignores the silent ask for a kiss as ookanehira preens at the praise before tapping at ookanehira’s shoulder, making him straighten his back. “push your chest out,” he tells him, watches ookanehira put his hands behind his back, push his shoulder blades together, puffing his chest out obediently without another word from yamanbagiri.
when ookanehira tilts his head questioningly, yamanbagiri runs a finger down the middle of ookanehira’s chest. “yes, like that.”
people complain that ookanehira never listens, and likes to argue when people tell him do something. but yamanbagiri has never had a problem with getting ookanehira to listen to him.
“what,” ookanehira’s voice is breathy, like he’s dazed. “what brought this on? why the change of plan? you told me you just wanted to try the new dildo.”
yamanbagiri cups his pecs, squeezing them gently. “i did tell you that. and i am trying it out. i’m multitasking.”
“with my chest?”
“it’s a nice chest.” he gives ookanehira’s tits another appreciative squeeze—he can’t even fit his hands around them.
ookanehira grins, puffs his chest out, pushing them against yamanbagiri’s hands, a cocky smile spreading across his lips. “of course it is. i work out.” unfortunately, as devastatingly handsome he is while he’s filled with confidence, this isn’t the time for it.
with laser focus, yamanbagiri leans forwards and bites into the skin right next to the nipple he’d sucked on earlier, cutting off whatever ookanehira was about to say. as he works the flesh with his teeth, he can feel ookanehira squirming, quiet bitten off noises coming from above him. but he doesn’t try to pull away—staying still, just like yamanbagiri had told him to.
really, he’s not as difficult as everyone says.
while sucking hard to make the hickey, he’s careful to make sure he doesn’t break skin—he doesn’t want to. not yet.
even if ookanehira enjoys a fair amount of pain, it’s too early for that. after all, he intends to go for quite a while, make sure every inch of ookanehira’s chest is covered in bites that’ll bruise over by tomorrow.
when he’s sure he’s left a sizeable hickey, he pulls back, laving over the bite with his tongue, nipping at the nipple. ookanehira’s slightly hunched over again, cheeks pink, eyes half lidded, mouth slightly open.
“satisfied?” he chokes out, voice strained—eyes blown wide open now. “are you… done?”
“no.” yamanbagiri flicks the nipple he sucked on, keeps a neutral face even though he wants to crack a smile as ookanehira jumps a little. “just getting started. still have to cover the rest of your chest.”
it’s such a shame he has no way to record the noise ookanehira makes except for committing it to memory.
yamanbagiri splays his hand over ookanehira’s heart, feels the steady beat against his palm. “i knew you’d like the dildo.” his other hand slides down to cup ookanehira’s ass, stilling the little movements ookanehira’s been trying to hide from him. “i’m glad you do, it’s the only way you’re getting off today.”
ookanehira’s heart skips a beat but levels out after he takes a few more breaths.
“how long have you been planning this?” he asks, leans all the way down and catches yamanbagiri in a kiss. it’s desperate and demanding—he does love his kisses, and yamanbagiri’s been withholding them all week so he lets ookanehira lean forwards, pushing ookanehira back when he thinks he’s let him have enough.
after ookanehira pulls away, he shrugs nonchalantly.
“a long time. got nipple clamps too but…” he hums, gripping ookanehira’s ass harder, warning him to not move and lets his breath fan over ookanehira’s other nipple. “these aren’t quite ready yet. push out your chest again so i can keep sucking on them.”
under his palm, ookanehira’s heart starts racing and he curls around yamanbagiri’s hand—he swears he hears the faintest whimper.
yamanbagiri takes advantage of his dipped head and nips at the shell of ookanehira’s ear, lips curling into a small smile when he sees how red ookanehira’s ears are—he’s glad ookanehira’s just as into this as he is.
just as he thinks he’s going to have to give him a push, ookanehira straightens his back again, breath trembling as yamanbagiri kisses the tip of his nipple.
“so when you say… cover the rest of my chest… do you mean…” he’d never say it out loud but ookanehira’s adorable when he’s trying to put on a brave face. “do you mean all of it?”
yamanbagiri presses wet, open mouthed kisses over all of ookanehira’s unmarked skin. “mhm. all of it. you said you could stay like this until i was one, right? are you still going to do that?”
“of course,” ookanehira announces, puffing up again. “that’s ea-sy.” his voice catches in his throat as yamanbagiri tweaks one of his nipples, smiles serenely at him.
“so i don’t have to go easy on you?”
ookanehira only gets mid shake before yamanbagiri sinks his teeth into the underside of his tit and makes him wail.
after the sixth time the phone’s shutter clicks, ookanehira tries to sit up so he can pull on a shirt but yamanbagiri splays his hand across one of his pecs, pressing his palm down onto the many bruises—doesn’t miss the way ookanehira’s cheeks tinge pink and how he blows out a shaky breath—and pushes him back down lightly. “one more picture.”
“for what?”
“i want to remember this.”
“for what?”
“the bruises will fade in a few days, and i won’t be able to see this anymore.” ookanehira looks so good with all those dark marks littering his chest.
ookanehira covers yamanbagiri’s camera with a hand, huffing out a breath. “you’re going to make me late for class, so just do it again then.”
yamanbagiri keeps his full weight on ookanehira’s legs, still pinning him down. “i thought you didn’t like it. you said i was making you too sensitive.”
the way ookanehira splutters and turns pinker is so endearing. “well… i… it’s… it’s not so bad…” not for the first time yamanbagiri’s grateful ookanehira’s only this easy to fluster around him.
“if you like it, you could just say it,” he coos as he runs his fingers down ookanehira’s marked up chest, he lets his nails catch against one of ookanehira’s swollen nipples, enjoying the way ookanehira whines—mildly, he wonders how ookanehira’s going to deal with the sensitivity all day.
he flicks ookanehira’s nipple, getting in one last touch before he slides off his legs. “but if you think it’s not so bad, i’ll see you tonight then.”
Text from Ookanehira at 10:02am
how am i supposed to wear a shirt?
i take it back
you can’t do this again
Text from Ookanehira at 10:03am
help me. i can’t go to class like this
Text from Ookanehira at 10:04am
how did you bite this much? it hurts when i brush up against anything
kunihiro gets a peek over his shoulder as he mutes his phone and flips it over, content with letting ookanehira agonize over getting to class.
“bandaids over the nipples might make a shirt bearable. it’ll still be sensitive with the number you did on him but it’ll help,” kunihiro suggests, still being the most helpful person in the world.
“he can figure it out on his own.”
“so mean.”