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The conversation is brought up one lazy, drowsy morning.
As Luca stirs from his slumber, his hand drags across the opposite side of the bed. Yet instead of his fingers making contact with warm skin, or an arm snaking around a waist so he can tug it closer to his body, he’s met with the cold sensation of comforters and cotton linen. Ike has woken up before him.
Luca likes mornings with Ike. He likes to sprinkle kisses over his sleeping face, watching it contort as he slowly wakes up. He likes to study the bit of dry drool at the corner of his lips, the bright red sleep lines ingrained on his rounded cheeks, or how the puffiness underneath his eyes grows more prominent once its lashes flutter open.
But upon dragging his deadweight body out of bed, feet noisily slapping against the cold ground beneath it in the silence of their apartment, Luca finds himself pushing open the door to his bedroom and being met with another pleasant sight in the early hours of the morning.
Long, slender unblemished legs are crossed as Ike sits at their kitchen table, feet rhythmically bouncing as he’s lost in thought. Luca hums in realization— there’s the shirt he had been looking for, fitting two sizes too large for Ike’s frame but its cream color compliments him, nonetheless. There’s a steaming cup of tea beside him, and he’s lazily scrolling through something on his laptop, blissfully unaware of Luca’s presence.
Luca carefully inches himself closer to Ike, a grin stretched across his face. Yet it falters when Ike, in fact, does not jolt at the sensation of Luca looping his arms around his waist.
“You didn’t get scared,” Luca whines, his voice still hoarse with sleep. “How?”
“Your footsteps were really loud, Luca,” Ike says without moving his gaze from the monitor.
Luca pouts, digging his face into the crook of Ike’s neck, taking in the smell of lavender and rosewater laundry detergent and something else that’s unique to only Ike— a scent that Luca has memorized after intertwining themselves together. And he thinks that, yes, he does like mornings with Ike even when they aren’t in bed together.
Peppering soft, mouthy kisses across the field of Ike’s nape, Luca relishes in the shiver it evokes.
“You’re kind of clingy today,” Ike notes.
“It’s because I didn’t see you when I woke up!” Luca says at a volume unbefitting at ten in the morning.
“Morning breath,” Ike hums teasingly. “Brush your teeth.”
Luca pointedly ignores the remark. Perching his chin upon Ike’s shoulder, he finally peers at the laptop with brows raised in curiosity.
Oh.
Bundles of rope stare back at him, neatly arranged and even color-coded.
Luca blinks once, then twice, then thrice. “Hey, Ikey?” He begins.
“Yes?”
“Why are you looking for ropes at ten in the morning?”
Ike snorts, a chuckle escaping his lips. It’s a pretty sound. “Just curious about the different types that are used in shibari,” Ike says, further scrolling down the selection of ropes that, quite frankly, all look the same to Luca.
“Oh,” Luca blinks. His heart is thrumming against his chest, and he can’t quite pinpoint why. “Are you going… to tie me up?”
Something in Luca’s voice must catch Ike’s attention— perhaps it’s how quietly the question is asked, the raspiness in his voice that isn’t just from drowsiness anymore, the innocent curiosity, or something else that’s too vulnerable. But regardless, Ike pauses in his scrolling. He turns around in his seat, causing Luca to dislodge himself from his neck but not enough for his hands to peel away just yet.
Luca isn’t sure what facial expression he should be making as Ike studies him intensely. He traces a finger along his jawline, to beneath his chin, resting it just between his neck so he can feel his heartbeat increase. “Would you like that?” Ike asks, tilting a head curiously.
Luca knows Ike feels the way he gulps at the question. His cheeks are tingling, turning cherry pink in color, because he’s always been terrible at hiding his embarrassment. “Uhm,” He clears his throat. “I mean, I don’t know? Like I don’t really know what it’s all about.” Luca licks his lips in careful consideration, and Ike’s eyes follow the movement. “Do you?”
“I do,” Ike answers straightforwardly. “I’d say I’m quite good at it.”
“O-oh,” Luca chuckles shakily. “Pog!”
“I’ll ask again, Luca,” Ike flashes a soft smile. “Would you like me to tie you up?”
Luca’s mouth opens and closes stupidly for what feels like a minute. This isn’t quite the conversation he was expecting in the morning. But from the bundle of something growing in his stomach, the constant thrumming of his heart, and the fluttering happiness he feels at Ike pinning him down with a stare full of longing, Luca only hesitates for a second longer before nodding. “It’s you, so,” He says. “Yeah. Yeah, I would.”
There’s a glimmer in Ike’s eyes that Luca only has a moment to admire before a softness settles on his lips. Ike’s kisses embody him as a person— considerate, consuming, and calculating. He knows that Luca likes when he swipes a tongue across his lips, and he knows Luca likes the sensation of fingers intertwining themselves with his hair. They hum against each other, and by the time Luca pulls himself away, he feels starstruck and breathless. He thinks his heart might explode.
Ike’s red lips curl into a satisfied smile. “Then, I’ll tie you up.” It’s a promise and a declaration that leaves Luca in awe and, for a lack of better terms, painfully turned on.
Luca groans, dropping his forehead on Ike’s shoulder with a dull thump. “Can I fuck you?” He drawls the question, pouting. He secures his hands at the base of Ike’s thighs, sliding upward until he can play with the band of his fitted briefs. He gives it an experimental tug, and it earns him a playful slap on the back.
“I have a stream in an hour, so no.” Ike doesn’t make any moves in dislodging Luca’s touch.
So, yes, Luca will selfishly allow himself to pepper kisses and hickies across Ike’s skin until he says otherwise, because that’s what he does to him.
…
Small or medium…
Small or medium…
Small or medium…?!
Luca intensely stares at the two cropped sweater sizes in his hand, both baby blue in color. He can feel the curious stares of onlookers, but he’s more focused on which shirt will properly fit Ike’s frame. Would he want to go a size larger? He likes oversized, baggy clothing at times. But perhaps he’d rather appear more fitted?
I’m not good at this, Luca huffs to himself, a frown curling to his lips. The shopping mall is bustling during this time of day, the half-percent off sale successfully drawing a hefty crowd of people. Ike’s movement had come to a brief pause as his eyes lingered past the store’s display windows and onto its outfits. He had that look on his face— the one where his eyebrows raise beneath the bangs of his hair as his eyes widen like saucers, glimmering in anticipation. It’s a familiar expression that Luca has studied dutifully.
Holding both shirts in his hand, Luca strides across the various racks of clothes, already preparing an explanation for Ike on why he shouldn’t be sent to choose between two very hard options. He approaches the changing rooms with a determined expression on his face, offering a brief smile to the workers, and finally, he finds himself standing in front of the booth Ike belongs to.
Luca knocks twice. “Ikey,” He whines. “I don’t know what shirt size to get.”
“The door is open,” Ike says. “You can open it.”
So, Luca does. He pushes open the door with a twist of its knob and makes sure he has the puppy-est dog eyes he could muster. It all crumbles into nothing when he catches sight of Ike’s appearance. The shirts stupidly fall to the ground.
“You have good timing,” Ike notes. He’s attempting to clasp the chain of a silver necklace behind his neck, and his brows furrowed in slight annoyance. “Can you zip up my skirt for me?”
Luca doesn’t process his words. All he can process is how perfectly the plaid mini skirt hugs Ike’s waist and hips despite being unzipped, its length short enough to reveal bare ass if he were to bend. One of his black thigh highs is slipping down his leg, and Luca swallows the urge to further tug it up— to see how the elastic band squeezes against flesh. He’s shirtless, and the changing room’s cold draft has caused his nipples, flushed pink in color, to harden.
This is it , Luca decides to himself. I am going to die by the hand of Ike Eveland.
“Luca?” Ike looks back, dropping his hands to the side. “It’s okay if you couldn’t pick a shirt size. I can try on both—” His look of concern is brief, realizing that Luca’s dumbstruck silence is from admiration rather than shame.
“Oh, good!” Luca chuckles, clumsily reaching for the fallen shirts so he can place them on the chair. “I’ll fix your skirt now. Uhm, just a moment,” He settles his hands on Ike’s hips, gulping at the shiver it draws out. He loves to touch Ike— his skin is soft and he reacts to even the most feather-light of grazes.
“Do you like this skirt on me?” Ike asks.
From the mirror before them, Luca can see the pleased smile on Ike’s face. “I do!” Luca says in earnest. “I like everything you wear.” He tugs at the zipper, making sure it’s been pulled up completely before taking a step away.
“Luca,” Ike’s cheeks flush pink in embarrassment at the compliment.
Luca bursts into a fit of giggles that are loud and unbashful, breathless and unrestrained— because Ike looks dreadfully cute right now and he wants nothing else than to be inside him.
Ike huffs, buttoning the cropped sweater with a pout. “This is the medium, it fits good honestly.” He looks at himself in the mirror, twirling in place and seemingly satisfied. Luca, however, is not.
“I’ll fix your stockings,” Luca says, resting on his knees so that he is perfectly eye length with Ike’s ass. He can even see the lace edges of his underwear, baby blue in its color, and Luca can’t help but swallow the pool of spit gathering in his mouth. “I like these on you,” He slides a finger past the stockings band, tugging it upwards and watching as Ike’s thighs jiggle from the movement. Oh, God.
“Luca—Ah!” The hitched gasp that escapes Ike’s lips is caused by the press of lips against his bare skin, wet kisses being carelessly littered around. Fingers dig into the flesh of his thighs, hard enough that he knows crescent-shaped marks will be branded onto him. “ Luca,” It’s a weak noise of protest. He doesn’t want Luca to stop sliding his hands underneath his skirt, cupping his ass and sending him stumbling against the mirror. He doesn’t want to stop the feeling of his tongue gliding against him. He doesn’t want to stop hearing the desperate, needy whimpers spilling from Luca’s mouth as he tries to consume him whole, because he worships Ike and everything about him.
“Ike, Ike,” Luca whispers, spinning Ike on his heels so that his back rests on the mirror. “I really want to—”
“I know,” Ike cups Luca’s cheeks, and he melts into the touch. He looks pretty like this— embarrassed yet full of want, eyes blown with desire. He doesn’t even realize he’s panting like a bitch in heat, does he? “But you can’t, we’re in public.”
Luca shakes his head. “Just a little? Like—” He rises to his feet, easily hitching Ike’s leg up with an arm. His skirt carelessly slides up, revealing the prominent bulge pushing through the fabric of his underwear. Capturing Ike’s lips in a kiss, he presses their bodies against each other, desperately searching for some kind of friction as he rhythmically grinds. “Like this, see? I can be— hah— quiet.” Contrary to his words, his heavy panting whimpers echo around them.
Ike tugs his collar, deepening their kiss to avoid the lewd noises being heard. But it’s useless— Luca is too loud for his own good, his moans vibrating against their interlocked lips. He can feel the sweat building on his neck and between his thighs, his heart pulsating as though desperate to escape his chest, and Ike has to stop them before—
“Luca,” Ike tugs on his hair, breaking the kiss, and a trail of spit stretches between them. “No.”
“But—”
“What if I said I want to tie you right now?”
Luca’s movements come to a stuttering, reluctant pause. His eyes widen in wonder, looking at Ike as though he’s a God just for uttering those words. “You wanna do it? The shibari? To me?”
“Only you,” Ike says. “But that means you have to be patient. We need to go home, okay? Not here.”
Luca scrunches his face together in contemplation, and Ike thinks he looks painfully cute like this. “Okay,” He says, obedient and wanting.
Ike suppresses the overwhelming urge to kiss him again.
The drive back home is amusing— Ike likes that he can see Luca squirming in place, a tattooed finger repeatedly drumming on the leather steering wheel to the beat of the pop song neither of them cares to know the name to. At every red light, Luca carelessly leans over, expectantly presenting his cheek so he can get at least one kiss. Ike obliges.
Luca likes to grip Ike’s thighs as he drives his hand large enough to capture most of it into his palm, giving it a soft squeeze. But this time, it’s a bit harsher— more desperate. Impatient, even. Ike makes no movement to push him away, even though the freshly purchased skirt once again slides up from the action, and his fingers dig into his skin with ease. Ike enjoys seeing this part of Luca, so he’d be a fool not to encourage it.
Upon pushing open their apartment doors, Ike huffs a soft sigh. “These shoes are not comfortable,” He frowns, sliding off the heels with a kick of his legs. “I don’t think I’ve broken into them, so I—”
It happens so fast. The sound of the door slamming shut, the wet moistness of lips against his neck, and the heart fluttering sensation of him tumbling backward, knees turning into jello at how Luca sends them both into the couch, towering over him with determination.
Luca thinks he might have an addiction to touching Ike. No matter how often they fuck, he feels himself drowning in the pleasure of searching his body, feeling the pads of his fingers against bare skin, moist from the summer heat outside. He likes the taste of him on his tongue, dragging it across his jugular and to his collarbones, sinking his teeth into it and relishing the gasp of a moan that Ike utters.
Inching a knee forward, Luca can feel the bulge against him. Ike feels good. He wants Ike to feel great. He wants Ike to moan and cry and yearn for Luca just as much as he feels towards Ike.
“Can you ride me, Ike?” Luca asks, voice hoarse.
Ike’s confusion is only momentary, as he’s soon being lifted from the couch and onto Luca’s thigh.
“Wait, Luca— aah, ” Without allowing Ike to finish his sentence, Luca clasps both hands around his waist, a small fit in his large grasp, moving his bulge against the flex of his thigh muscles. He knows that the wet smear of precum will leave a prominent stain on his black pants, but he can’t quite bring himself to care. Not a when he has Ike fucking his thigh, uttering out soft, gasping moans because he feels good.
“Lucaa,” Ah, Luca loves when Ike says his name like that. Drawing out the ah in a scolding yet loving manner. “You’re not— mmf, ahh, ah — listening.”
“But you’re feeling good. I can feel you on me!” Luca whines, quickening the pace of Ike against him. “I want to make you cum. Can I please make you cum?”
“How— hmmf— can you say that with a straight fa— ahh!” Ike can’t even get the fucking sentence out as Luca tightens his muscles. He has to—
Ike digs his fingers into Luca’s hair, giving it a harsh tug. The movement stops, and all that’s left is the panting between both of them. “You’re not listening,” Ike repeats himself. “Didn’t I say I want to see you tied up? Why aren’t you being patient?”
Luca frowns, resembling a puppy with downturned ears. “I’m sorry, I got too excited,” He murmurs pitifully.
“It’s alright, I understand.” Ike smiles, caressing his head in a slow, steady motion.
“Really?” Luca beams.
“Of course,” Ike cooes. “But I’m still going to be unfair to you. Think of it as a punishment.”
The smile falls. Luca sees the glint in Ike’s jade eyes, and it looks a bit sadistic.
Luca is guided to their bedroom, and Ike pushes him to the edge of the bed with a hand to his beating chest. He squirms in place, searching for some kind of friction, but Ike wouldn’t permit that.
“How long have you been into shibari, Ikey?” He asks, moving his arms and allowing Ike to unbutton his dress shirt at a slow, methodical pace. A sea of goosebumps erupt across his skin.
“A few months, maybe?” Ike ponders to himself. He traces a finger down Luca’s bare chest, smiling at how his abs constrict from the sensation. “I’ve been practicing on myself a lot. But it’s not the same, you know.” He rests a hand on Luca’s shoulder, shrugging off the dress shirt and watching it fall onto the bed in a bundle.
“So I’m your first?” Luca cranes his neck, peering up at Ike. His eyes are wide, bright violet in color, and it’s filled with so much love it’s unbearable. Ike withholds the urge to kiss him.
“Yes,” Ike says. “You are my first.”
“Good. That’s… that’s good. It makes me happy,” says Luca. “You’re my first, too,” His breathing hitches when Ike begins undoing the buckle of his belt. “No one has ever tied me before.”
“That makes me happy,” Ike pulls down the zipper of his pants, pointedly ignoring the prominent bulge.
“I want to be the only person you ever do this with,” Luca declares.
“You will,” Ike says. “Up.”
Luca obliges, slightly lifting his rear end so that his pants and boxers can be slid off. It drops to the ground with a loud thump. As expected, his dick is hard, standing at full attention and begging for some kind of touch. He’s a hulking mass of toned muscle and abs, littered with tattoos Ike has memorized the locations of so well he could trace them his eyes closed. Despite the fact that he’s sitting down, he still feels larger than Ike in every sense of the word.
Ike ignores that, too. “Don’t move, and don’t touch yourself,” He playfully taps Luca’s nose, and it scrunches together.
“Ikey,” whines Luca, but Ike does not offer him a response, heading for the drawer across the room. The collection of ropes he’s collected is colorful in its selection, and he hums to himself in contemplation. Blue? Red? Purple? He doesn’t know what to do with himself, he’s so excited that it’s hard to choose. He settles for the cotton fiber rope, a soft baby blue that matches the colored tips of his hair.
“Do you like this one?” Ike holds the rope on display, giving it a shake.
“It’s pretty!” Luca exclaims excitedly. That’s a yes, then.
Ike walks towards Luca again, undoing the rope as stands before him. “Up,”
Luca rises to his feet, and Ike realizes that his breathing is labored. There’s that glossiness over his eyes, clouded with excitement and desire, and just brushing the rope across his skin causes him to jolt.
“Safe word?” Ike asks, head tilting.
“Oyster. Oh, and the traffic lights. And yours?”
“Spider. Traffic lights, as usual.” smiles Ike. “Do you trust me today?”
“Always,” Luca says almost immediately. “No boundaries, I just want you to feel good.”
“I will,” Ike whispers the promise, caressing Luca’s hair for a moment. It feels terrifyingly wonderful knowing that Luca has put himself in Ike’s care— a precious gem that he holds close to his heart. He’s sure Luca knows that he holds him in his grasp, too. Because he loves him. Dearly.
Luca watches as Ike carefully begins navigating the rope with practiced ease, resting it at the base of his neck and weaving it through his arms. Each time its cotton fabric brushes against his skin, it’s followed by a feather-light kiss, and it makes Luca want to keen. The first tug causes him to nearly stumble— he hadn’t expected the tightness.
“Color?” Ike says from behind him.
“Green. This is fun,” Luca giggles. “It feels nice.”
Ike chuckles in amusement. “I’m glad,” He tugs the rope to the front again. It’s begun to form a diamond shape across Luca’s chest, digging into the skin of his pectorals, and Ike can’t help but teasingly blow a breath of air against his hardened nipples. “It looks beautiful on you already.”
“Can I see you like this one day?” Luca asks.
“Maybe,” teases Ike. “Put your arms together.”
Luca’s heart comes to a stop. “Huh?”
Ike looks up. “I said put your arms together.”
“But then—” His heart is violently beating now. “I won’t be able to touch you!”
Ike nods, as though Luca had been stating the obvious. “That’s your punishment.” He states.
“But I love touching you!”
“You’ll figure out a way. Desperate times, desperate measures, right?” There’s that evil glint in his eyes. Luca is pained by the fact that it makes the heat in his stomach bubble like a boiling pot of water with the stove on high. With a bit of reluctance, he offers his arms to Ike, and soon he feels the rope encompassing him there too— from his elbows down to his wrists. The strain is pleasant.
The final knot is tied at the waist, and finally, Ike takes a few steps back to admire his work. The pink flush rising from his chest to the base of his neck is a pleasant contrast to the rope’s cerulean-sea blue. His dick stands upright, oozing with precum and angry-red from the lack of friction. It’s such a pleasant sight to see.
Luca gives an experimental tug, and he can’t budge. Not even an inch. He feels like his dick got harder at that. He likes the lack of control, the fact that it was Ike that did this to him. He likes to feel owned by him.
Ike pushes Luca to the bed, allowing him to sit at its edge once again. “I’m going to get undressed now.”
Luca’s jaw drops, a realization settling over him. Ike is evil— he’s pure evil.
As Ike undoes the buttons of his new sweater, he slides its fuzzy sleeves off with a gentle shrug of his shoulders. He’s painstakingly slow in his movements, carefully gliding his hands over each and every body part, but never longer than a few seconds. It’s a strip tease, and by tugging on his bonded wrists once again, Luca realizes he is not allowed to touch. Only watch.
It’s erotic as it is beautiful. Ike trails his fingers across his bare arms to his exposed neck, ghosting over the red marks Luca had littered across it. His hair shifts with every moment, tucking a few rogue strands behind an ear, and Luca finds himself fixating on the golden jingle of his earrings. Hands cupping his chest with a squeeze, Ike glances up at Luca and finds that he’s pleased with the sight; his hungry eyes drinking his every moment, chest rising up and down as he breathes heavily. His adam’s apple bobs, swallowing anxiously.
Turning around, Ike reaches for the tips of his toes, feeling a cool breeze pass underneath his revealed ass. His fingers skid from the thin fabric of his stockings to his inner thighs for just a second before tugging it off his feet.
“Ike,” Luca’s voice sounds fucked and they haven’t even done anything yet. “Ike, can’t you come a bit closer?”
“But I’m not done,” Ike looks back curiously, playing with the zipper of his skirt, the only piece of clothing that’s still on him.
“I know that!” Luca exclaims. “I just— I want to be near you. Isn’t that okay?”
“When I’m done, sure.”
Luca looks like he wants to cry.
Ike finally tugs his skirt and underwear off, swaying his hips so that they can drop to the ground, and he, too, is hard. His dick is slick with precum, but unlike Luca, he has some patience. He likes to grace his meals before he eats.
Finally, Ike inches himself closer to Luca, tangling his fingers into champagne blonde locks of hair. Their lips press against each other and it’s so intense that Ike feels as though he might pass out. Luca is just so fucking needy, licking and gnawing at Ike as though he wants to eat him alive, gliding his tongue along his teeth and swirling it around his own.
“I want to touch you so badly, Ike,” Luca whimpers as though he’s in pain.
His heavy panting causes Ike’s glasses to fog. “You can,” He tilts his head.
“How?”
Ike offers a warm smile before collapsing onto the bed. His arms are spread and his legs are open. “You can,” He repeats, tapping on his wet lips.
Luca’s eyes widen. “Oh,” He says. “I can. I can!” He cheers in excitement. It’s not quite what he wants, but it’s close, and that’s enough. He inches between Ike, on his knees, and immediately a wet tongue is traveling from the nape of his neck to his chest.
“Good boy,” Ike beams. Luca returns the excited expression briefly before he encompasses a mouth over Ike’s nipple, and immediately a stuttering gasp leaves his lips. He sucks and he nibbles and he swirls the bud of a nipple between his tongue, and each time it sends Ike spiraling. He thrashes and moans, gripping onto the sheets as his hips stupidly twitch upwards.
“Does it feel good, Ikey?” Luca looks up, mouth wet and hot breath cold against his perked nipples.
“V-very good, Luca,” Ike nods. “I didn’t say stop. You can keep going.”
Luca eagerly obliges, taking the right nipple into his mouth this time. He puts as much weight as he can into it, spelling letters with his tongue against the sensitive bud and memorizing the heavy pants it pulls out of Ike. Could he drag an orgasm from him, just like this?
Ike isn’t sure, but he feels like he could. He doesn’t want to, though. He hooks a finger in between one of the rope loops, forcing Luca up with a harsh pull.
“What’s wrong?” Luca whines. “Did I do something bad?”
“No, no, no,” Ike shakes his head, and he hopes he sounds reassuring enough despite the voice crack. “It’s just that I don’t want to cum from this alone. I want to cum from you inside me.”
Luca’s mouth is slack open, and fuuuck, he thinks he could cum just from hearing those words. He momentarily pauses to observe the bright red teeth marks on Ike’s chest, and he’s satisfied with this for now. So he continues his descent lower and lower, pointedly passing his dick and instead heading for his thighs. He litters red hot-angry marks all over the expanse of skin, and it leaves Ike panting. He really wants to be fucked right now.
Ike slides a hand underneath their pillow, capturing the bottle of lube in his grasp before sitting up. Luca looks up expectantly, head tilted like a curious dog, and it’s painfully endearing.
“Lay on your back for me,” Ike orders.
Luca falls backward with a soft thump onto the bed, blonde hair scattering around him. He marvels at the sight of Ike straddling him, finally so close to his hole. His hands tighten their grip around the rope.
The lube pooling in the palm of his hands and fingers trickles down Ike’s arms and onto Luca’s abs. Just a few droplets are enough to have the blonde jump, and Ike giggles.
“It’s not often I prepare myself,” Ike slides a hand towards his ass, taking in a deep breath. “It could have been you doing this.”
Luca sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. “I apologized!”
“Yes, yes you did,” Ike says before sliding a finger inside his hole, releasing a stuttering breath at the intrusion. Slow, steady, and patient. He rhythmically begins stretching himself out, adjusting to one finger, then two, then three. And suddenly he feels like he’s unraveling already, placing a shaky free hand on the side of Luca’s head, causing their dicks to glide against each other, and they both moan at the sensation. The pleasant burn is too good, and it’s astounding knowing that this is only the bare minimum. He can’t reach as far as Luca does. He never could.
“Ah, ah, ah, ah—” Ike’s moans come out as soft, desperate whines as he continues to prepare himself. Luca feels like he’s going to fucking burst— Ike’s dick against his, Ike clambering over him, the sight of Ike’s face flushed pink, and how his glasses sit crooked on the bridge of his nose. It’s too much. Luca makes a choked noise behind his throat as Ike twitches again, seemingly grazing against a sensitive spot.
With much reluctance, Ike pulls his fingers out. More squirts of lube, more of it glistening in his grasp. And finally— fucking finally, Ike places a hand on Luca’s dick.
One stroke and Luca throws his head back so hard he thinks he hears his neck crack. The sound of the rope straining from his contorting muscles is accompanied by the slick lube of stroking his cock, hard as a rock. Ike beams as he increases his pace, and Luca is shouting. He’s always been so loud, so expressive, thrashing around and allowing the rope to dig deeper into his skin in a way that both of them know will leave marks that will linger for days.
The sweet relief and overwhelming pleasure are so, so much. Luca doesn’t realize tears are bubbling at the corner of his eyes until Ike swipes them away with a thumb.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” Ike cooes.
“S-so good, really good- mmm— ” Luca twists and turns and writhes and struggles to no avail. The red blush reaches to the tips of his ears, and Ike leans to give it a soft peck. He swipes across his cock’s slit, smearing the precum and lube together, and Luca’s toes curls
Once Ike stops, Luca whips his head around with fear in his eyes. “Why’d you stop?!”
Ike hums. “So you don’t want to fuck me?”
Oh. Oh! Luca thinks he might meet God tonight. “I do! Please!” His begs come out as desperate, keening whimpers, and Ike smiles down at him.
“You’re so good for me,” Ike whispers.
Or perhaps he already has, because the sight of Ike lining his hole with his length is nothing short of a religious experience.
Sinking down, Ike sucks in a sharp breath of air. His heart is beating so fucking loud, and his insides feel like it’s burning— like he’s been doused in alcohol and lit on fire. He can’t help but dig his fingers into Luca for some kind of grounding, because the pleasure might make him pass out before he reaches his climax.
Luca subconsciously jerks his hips, causing Ike to consume more of his dick. “Sorry, sorry!” He rambles. “I didn’t mean to— Please don’t stop, Ikey.”
“I won’t, Luca,” He says in a rushed breath.
Luca gulps, watching Ike drop lower and lower until finally, he’s reached the hilt of his cock.
And Ike has gone boneless. Still and soundless, mouth open but not a single noise comes out. He feels so impossibly full.
“C-color?” Luca forces out.
Ike licks his lips. “Green. It just feels so good, Luca. I—” He releases a shaky breath. “Give me a second.”
And a few seconds Luca gives. He watches Ike’s shoulders rise and fall with his heavy, labored pants.
“I’m going to ride you, Luca,” Ike says.
Luca only has a moment to register the words before Ike is lifting himself up, all the way to the tip, before slamming back down. And the shout that escapes both of their lips resounds so loudly, that Ike knows he’ll have to personally apologize to their neighbors later.
After a moment, Ike looks down at Luca. “Color?”
Luca is beautiful. His eyes are full of love and trust. “Green,”
Ike smiles before repeating his earlier actions.
Then he does it again. And again. And again. His speed is quickening, erratic almost, desperate. His jaw goes slack and once he heels the hit of pressure against that fucking spot, his eyes are rolling to the back of his head.
Luca doesn’t know what to do with himself except moan and whimper. All he can do is admire how Ike looks so fucked out that he might even forget his own name after this— is that possible? He can’t pull him closer, can’t hold him down, can’t dig his fingers into his waist and hit him even harder. All he can do is lay in place and drown in the neverending bliss of Ike bouncing on his dick like a jackrabbit. The obscene, slick noise of their skin slapping together is loud in both of their ears.
Ike continues to move. Is he allowed to feel this full? He lifts a hand to his lower stomach, pressing hard, and he keens. “ Ahm, ahh, Luca, Luca, ” He begins, his words jumbled. “I can feel you right— right here.” He beams down at the blonde, and Luca feels himself crumble into a million fine pieces, like he’s nothing but sand slipping through Ike’s fingers.
Luca wants to memorize this sight until it’s ingrained in his core and human nature. He never wants this feeling to stop. His moans are increasing in volume, resembling bursts of shouts more than anything else.
“Ike, Ike, Ike ,” He repeats in a mindless chant. His eyes are glossed over, sinking deeper into a space that’s farther than reality. “My Ike, My Ike—” He doesn’t even know what he’s saying anymore. He wants to say I love you so much and this feels so good that I’m gonna cum thinking about it for the next month. But he can’t— not when the fog in his head makes it hard to think about anything else except Ike’s lewd noises.
“Yes, ah, I’m yours. All yours.” Ike utters.
Luca feels himself teetering that familiar line. That knot of pleasure in his stomach that’s growing too large for him to handle. “C-Can I cum? Please let me cum, Ike.”
“Of course, my love,” Ike says sweetly. “Cum inside me.”
It’s the only permission Luca needs before he’s lifting his hips off the bed to meet Ike deeper inside at a pace twice as fast as before, desperate to reach his high. His movements are irregular, and he can’t quite think of what else to say except Ike’s name over and over and over until—
White. All Luca can see is white.
The pleasure travels from his cock to the tips of his fingers and toes. His grip on the rope turns his knuckles blanche, and the only coherent thought that floats in his head is I love Ike. He doesn’t realize his mouth is open until Ike leans over to capture it in a kiss, his ass still bouncing on his dick at a treacherous speed.
“Ike, it—” Luca’s pleasure is slowly turning into something a bit more painful, the stimulation of Ike clenching around his length becoming too, too, too much. “It’s too much, it’s too much,”
“I’m close, okay?” Ike stutters. “You can do it. You’re so good for me. You feel so, mm, good inside me.” His breathing is quickening, he really is close. He’s just on the edge.
Luca swallows lowly. He can feel tears bubbling at the corner of his eyes again. Despite the fact that he’s come, he’s still hard, and he knows it’s because Ike has that effect on him. To leak him until he’s dry, and then do it all over again the next day.
Ike loves the expression on Luca’s face right now. Tear-stricken and flushed red, mouth stupidly open agape as nothing but moans and half-uttered curses spill forth. Luca is a sea, and Ike wishes for him to be swallowed within it. For waves of pleasure to wash over him until he’s drowning in nothing but Luca.
The orgasm that travels the course of Ike’s body sends him shouting, tugging Luca into an uncomfortable embrace with his arms around his neck. He cums so hard that once again, his eyes are rolling to the back of his head and his body is shaking.
And then he blacks out— or at least he thinks he does, because his body refuses to move despite his best efforts.
They stay immobilized for a few more minutes. “Ikey,” Luca’s voice sounds gravelly and hoarse when he breaks the silence. “I want to touch you.”
Ike’s chuckle is weak, but genuine, nonetheless. “Okay,” He says. “Give me a second…” Trudging himself up, he feels the stickiness of his cum coating his stomach. He carefully lifts himself off Luca’s dick, causing his face to contort from the sensitivity. “Come here,” He beckons Luca, who complies.
The comfortable peace between them is filled with nothing but the sound of ropes coming undone. Red lines are all over Luca’s body, and Ike drinks the sight of it.
But he only has a moment to admire it, because Luca is slinging his arms around Ike’s body, sending them tumbling to the bed.
Kisses are littered all over his cheeks, and Ike feels himself smiling impossibly wide. “Did you enjoy it?”
“Yeah!” Luca tries to exclaim, but he’s not doing so hot, right now. “Did I…do good?”
Ike tangles his fingers in Luca’s hair, now damp with sweat, using his dull nails to dig into his scalp. “So good. You were perfect. You listened so well for me,”
“I’m sorry I was impatient earlier,” Luca murmurs pitifully.
“It’s okay. It feels good knowing you love me that much.” Ike pecks his nose.
Luca smiles. It’s such a pretty sight, his hair sticking to the side of his pink face as his lips stretch wide. “Can you teach me shibari?”
And Ike, with his heart drowning in the sea that is Luca and his love, nods. “Of course.”