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Barou doesn't know what he's feeling.
Anger, that's for damn sure.
Anger, definitely. But there's also… something stirring in him. Something that he doesn't quite know where to place as he's watching Aiku pick up his thrusts. As he's watching fuck Aiku someone else. As he's watching Aiku fuck someone else in their bed.
Okay, yeah, he's fucking furious, the strange pull in his nether regions be damned, he needs to confront this immediately.
"What the fuck?" Barou yells, initial shock forgotten. The two occupants of the bed jump at the volume of his voice, heads snapping to where he's standing in the doorway in perfect synchrony.
The girl immediately scrambles back and away from Aiku, pulling his blanket over her naked body to shield it from sight. Barou averts his gaze from her almost instantly. She's completely irrelevant.
Instead, his eyes land on Aiku, his boyfriend, who's just… standing there, not even bothering to cover himself up. Not like it's anything Barou hasn't seen before, but he could have some fucking decency.
"Get out," he says to the girl without looking at her. Barou doesn't know if she does or doesn't follow his order but he doesn't care.
"Aiku," he grits out. "What. The. Fuck."
Barou advances on him slowly, preparing to pounce on his prey. Only when he's close enough to touch does Aiku shake himself out of his stupor.
"Barou-chan, it's not what it looks like—"
"Fuck off!"
He shoves Aiku back roughly and the other goes down easily, landing on the mattress with a thud. Barou doesn't know where the sudden strength to overpower him is coming from either, it's not usually that he can just push Aiku around without fanfare.
"There's no way you cheat on me with some woman in my bed. Do you have a fucking death wish?" Barou's eyes zero in on the pathetic excuse for a boyfriend beneath him, red irises blazing with fury and pupils dilated. He feels a little crazed. "You're such a fucking dog. I'm away for— what, two days? And you can't keep it in your pants anymore? I should keep you locked up."
As Barou is ranting, he straddles Aiku's naked form, hands planted next to either side of Aiku's head. He sneers at him. "I'm going to torture you for all of eternity for this."
Aiku is just still again, looking up at him dumbly. Barou wants to spit on him.
The other's eyes flicker towards their pelvises for a moment, watching as Barou situates himself on his lap. They widen exponentially when he sees, feels, Barou's hard on touching his own, shocked expression making him look even more brainless.
"Um. Barou-chan. I'm really sorry?" Aiku phrases it like a question, clearly confused by the mixed signals he's given. "I could make it up to you?"
"You fucking better. You're practically begging me to put a cage on that useless dick of yours."
"Baby—" Aiku starts, but Barou isn't listening, focused on getting rid of his clothes instead. He would've preferred to shower after traveling for seven hours straight, or before doing anything really, but Aiku doesn't give him much of a choice. Barou needs to fuck him now.
At the very least he's had the foresight to work himself open in the — thankfully relatively clean — bathroom stall of his train.
Fuck, this disgusting peasant doesn't deserve Barou's attentiveness. Here he thought he could make their reunion easy for the both of them. Of course, Aiku had to ruin it.
Barou uses the open bottle of lube on the nightstand, coating his fingers with it messily and fucking two of them into himself just to get used to the stretch again before taking Aiku's cock.
His idiot boyfriend, of course, stays completely useless while Barou prepares himself, watching silently. Barou's pretty sure his cock hasn't flagged one bit during the entirety of this encounter.
That damn dog.
Barou is about to sink down on Aiku, finally, lining up his cock with his hole, one hand braced on the other's stomach, when Aiku suddenly decides that he's actually an active participant in this scene and grabs a hold of Barou's waist to stop him from moving.
"Wait— Barou-chan, what about protection?"
Barou actually groans in annoyance. "What?" he barks, impatiently. What the hell is this loser on about now?
"I was just— well, I was just in somebody else?"
He'd never admit it, but his own cock gives a twitch at that. Fuck, he probably hasn't ever been this hard before. Barou glares down at Aiku. Not wanting to give him any indication — the satisfaction — that he's enjoying himself, this situation.
"You hearing yourself?"
"Yeah, but surely that can't be like— hygienic, let alone safe. What about the risk of transferring diseases? Aren't you always on about that?"
Barou can't help but feel a little proud of Aiku's concern for safe sex, clearly a result of being with him for so long. Barou's influence on Aiku's personality being so intrinsic that he's even when he's far from level-headed, fucked dumb and thrumming with the need to cum, he's thinking of what Barou's been drilling into his thick skull about cleanliness for years.
Even fucking some other person won't change that, huh? Aiku is truly and completely his, no matter if his cock might have the desire to be elsewhere sometimes.
"I'm only taking what's mine. You should've thought twice before going out and fucking some nobody."
"But Barou-chan—"
"No buts," Barou grunts as he's sinking down on Aiku's dripping cock. Fuck, he can still feel the wetness of the girl from before on him. It turns him on more than it should.
Aiku gasps when Barou is fully seated, hands tightening on his waist.
He doesn't give either of them any time to adjust, fucking himself down on Aiku's cock fast and hard, paying attention only to what feels good for himself. He disregards any and all protests Aiku starts on but can't finish because his voice keeps breaking and trailing off — the pleasure too overwhelming for him to form coherent thoughts.
"How long were you fucking her?"
"Hah?" Aiku pants, eyes focused on where Barou's ass is meeting his pelvis. Can't have that.
Barou leans over him, moaning when that changes the angle of Aiku's cock inside of him in a way that has him seeing stars. He grabs Aiku's face with one hand, forcing him to look up.
"Do you know her? How long have you guys been fucking behind my back, huh?"
"We haven't. It was just a one time thing, I swear."
Aiku's words are barely decipherable with how hard Barou's squeezing his cheeks together.
"A one time thing?" Barou grinds on Aiku's lap sensually, his own cock drooling precum all over Aiku's abs. His legs are straining from the exertion but he pays them no mind, only focused on Aiku beneath him. "Were you getting tired of me, hm? Missed pussy so much that you needed to go and find it elsewhere?"
"No, no, Barou-chan. It's not like that at all."
Aiku tries to get him to slow down again, but this time, Barou isn't having it, grabbing both of Aiku's hands and fixating them beside his head.
"Then what is it like? You're really not making a good case for yourself," he snarls.
"Can you— can you stop? Can we just talk about this?"
"Stop? Stop what? Fucking you? I don't think your dick would want that. You're rock hard, baby." As he's talking, Barou lets one of his wrists go, trailing his fingers down towards Aiku's neck almost casually. He wraps them around his throat, applying just the slightest bit of pressure instead of squeezing the way Barou knows Aiku likes. "You have been the entire time, actually. Does it turn you on? To be disloyal? To get me all angry and worked up about it?"
Aiku moans in response, hips twitching up into Barou.
"It does, doesn't it? You knew what time I was coming home tonight. You knew. You wanted me to find you buried balls deep in somebody else. What was your plan, huh? Make me watch you cum inside of her and then what?"
"No," the other gasps as Barou's hand tightens around his throat. "I wasn't— I wouldn't ever cum without your permission."
Barou halts. "You wouldn't?"
"N-never." Aiku shakes his head, or tries to, not really managing with Barou's hold on him.
"You would've just edged yourself and let her go home without finishing?"
"Y-yeah."
They come to a standstill. Barou isn't moving on top of Aiku anymore, hands still keeping him in place, just looking at him. He was mad before — mad and really turned on — but now he's intrigued.
"Why's that?" He raises an eyebrow inquisitively.
"Because, uh," he clears his throat. "You're the King. And I belong to my King only."
A loud slap echoes through the otherwise silent room. Aiku's face flies to the side, gasping in shock from how hard Barou backhands him.
"Don't say disrespectful things like that, you dumb fucking whore. If you were mine, you'd have talked to me and let me decide if you were allowed some pussy or not."
The entire side of Aiku's face is pink where Barou struck him, and he has the strange desire to hit him again. He doesn't though, keeps talking instead. "You really just wanted me to get angry and take it out on you, didn't you?"
Aiku doesn't dare to speak, even look at him, just keeps laying there motionlessly, panting heavily.
"Fucking answer me."
Barou does hit him again this time, lightly tapping his cheek a few times to get Aiku out of this trance.
He shifts on top of him, the position seriously getting uncomfortable now, when he notices — the additional warm wetness inside of him. Barou was so focused on Aiku and their… conversation that he hadn't even taken note of the cock inside of him anymore and that's definitely not additional lube inside of him just appearing out of thin air.
"Did you fucking cum from that?" he asks, flabbergasted.
Aiku groans, but he does look up at Barou again. "Sorry."
"You fucking freak."
Aiku sighs, dragging his free hand over his face in embarrassment. "'M sorry, Barou-chan. You're right, I really did want you to get angry. Guess I really just wanted you to… not hold back." He sounds sheepish at the admission, but not regretful per se. Barou glares.
"You're a goddamn idiot and I hate you."
Aiku just smiles — relaxed, despite his cheek definitely still stinging and his soft cock nestled awkwardly inside of Barou.
"Kiss me?"
Barou scrutinizes him for a second before bending down, pecking him on the lips.
"Never, ever, cheat on me without my permission again, you hear me?"
"Yes, sir," Aiku salutes. Like an idiot. "Worth it, though."
"Now come and suck me off, you slut."