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Yoru lets out a disapproving hum. 

“Hands above your head."

Phoenix takes in a deep breath, ready to fight back, but the longer Yoru keeps looking down at him, the more he feels like giving in. The air escapes his lungs in a deep exhale and his hands retreat from where they were cradling Yoru's face. They find a new home resting above his head, sinking into the pillow amidst his locks.

Suppressing a frown, he can't help but roll his eyes. In moments like this he wants nothing more than to just hold Yoru; caress his cheek, stroke his hair, anything - and Yoru knows that. But Yoru also knows that Phoenix will do practically anything he asks him to. His own end of the bargain is to reward him with praise, sweet little words to make Phoenix melt; another thing Phoenix wants more than anything. Lucky for him, Yoru's soft spot for him almost always grants him both.

So, Phoenix masks his eye-roll to the best of his ability; he's not looking for anything more harsh than what was already to come. Still, it doesn't go unnoticed by Yoru, the only indicator of him noticing being the small furrow in his brows. He might have to circle back to this later. But for now, he has other plans.

Yoru watches as Phoenix finds a comfortable position with his arms raised. He leans back a little and shifts his weight on top of Phoenix's hips. Finding a comfortable position himself, Yoru's fingers start trailing surprisingly softly up Phoenix's exposed sides. The feeling of Phoenix's ribcage moving beneath his touch as the man tries to steady his breathing almost makes Yoru smile. As his fingertips trail back down, his nails leave gentle scratch marks along their way, making Phoenix's breath tremble a little. Yoru can't bite back the smile any longer. It's the last thing Phoenix sees as his eyelids flutter shut, a smile forming on his lips as well.

Yoru hums quietly in contentment.

So vulnerable, so obedient. And all for him.

Yoru's fingertips keep mapping out the warm skin he's been - oh, so kindly - presented with. He feels how Phoenix relaxes even further, sinking deeper into the mattress beneath his touch, momentarily forgetting just how unfair he's supposed to think the predicament is. 

Bliss is the only word Yoru can think of to describe the look on Phoenix's face. The momentary resistance he had made was now completely gone. To say Phoenix had accepted his fate would be a bit dramatic - but not far from the truth.

Yoru's fingernails scratch light marks onto Phoenix's sides as his touch once again trails back down. It makes Phoenix wince ever so slightly - the sensation somehow simultaneously ticklish and stinging, but far from uncomfortable. He opens his eyes again, seeking out Yoru's.

Already looking back down at him, Yoru wastes no time before he leans down for a kiss. It is half to silence any complaints about disturbing Phoenix's peaceful state, half to test just how much willpower the man has. And a test it is as Phoenix's initial reaction is to reach his arms out to cradle Yoru's face. His arms lift off of the pillow for a second before immediately falling back down when his brain catches on.

Yoru smiles into the kiss, thumbs caressing Phoenix's cheeks as a little reward.

"Good," he whispers against Phoenix's lips as a big reward.

Yoru kisses him again and Phoenix whines into it. His hips instinctively buck up against Yoru's ass, the praise having gone entirely past his brain and straight to his dick. The little pressure he gets feels better than it should, the restrained attempt more than futile. Phoenix’s arms shift around to relieve some of the tension in his body - and to not reach out for Yoru. 

Displeased with the movement below him, Yoru breaks the kiss and furrows his brows as he looks down at the culprit in question. He isn't actually annoyed or anything; he was getting the exact reaction he wanted from Phoenix. Truthfully, he would be more disappointed had Phoenix not reacted in any way. But it was still fun to remind Phoenix who was in charge.

And Phoenix is well aware of this. He has to bite his lip to hold back a smile. "Sorry," he manages to whisper - entirely not sorry.

Yoru hums, fully seeing through the apology. He traces his thumb from Phoenix's cheek to brush over his bottom lip and Phoenix immediately parts his lips under the touch. Yoru dips his thumb ever so slightly into Phoenix's mouth, tracing along his teeth, and knowing he was expecting and prepared for more. 

The surprisingly small and gentle gesture catches Phoenix off guard. A deep exhale escapes through his nose as he tries to adjust.

Just as Phoenix lets his guard down, Yoru sees the opportunity and pushes his thumb fully into Phoenix's mouth, pressing his tongue down, locking him in place. Phoenix's immediate reaction is to flinch at the intrusion. His arms tense up and lift off of the mattress once more - right before relaxing and dropping back down.

Yoru smiles down at him - and at the feeling of increasing warmth radiating from Phoenix's skin. He was so easy for Yoru to fluster it was actually adorable. The way he lets Yoru tilt his chin at the angle he wants, turn his head where he wants, only adds to the feeling. Not a single muscle in Phoenix's body fights back. 

Sometimes wishes he would, sometimes he outright asks him to - just to put him back in his place. But this wasn't one of those times. This time, watching and feeling Phoenix so easily, so effortlessly surrender to his touch ignites a warm little flame inside his chest. It warms him to his core, only the little sparks that dance around the flames disrupting the peace when Phoenix can't help but squirm underneath him. 

Finally pulling his thumb back, satisfied with Phoenix's reaction, Yoru smears the spit across Phoenix's lips and cheeks in the process. He feels how a little smile forms on Phoenix's lips under his fingertips and he can't help but mirror it. The little interaction is entirely too genuine for what they were in the middle of. 

Yoru breaks out of it as he leans back and shifts his weight on top of Phoenix's hips again, this time just trying to feel how hard he was.

The answer turns out to be 'very'.

"Eager already?" he just has to ask.

Phoenix averts Yoru's gaze for a second, his cheeks burning ever warmer. "Yes," he simply states as he turns to lock eyes with Yoru. Unable to control the impulse, Phoenix continues before his mind can tell him not to.

"You gonna do something about it?" A mischievous smile forms on his lips as he speaks. And to drive the point further home, he grinds his hips up against Yoru's ass again. It would be a little taunting if it didn't also punch a little moan out of his chest. 

But it is as much control as he can have in this situation. And Yoru indulges him in it most of the time. Reminders that Phoenix could very easily fight back but chooses not to never fail to affect Yoru. Whether it be a warm feeling in his chest or a twitch of his dick didn't really matter. Those were just details.

This time Yoru seems a little taken aback by Phoenix's reminder. He contemplates silently for a moment before slowly - and surprisingly gently - sliding his palm from Phoenix's chest up to wrap around his throat. He doesn't press down or squeeze, just keeps his hand there, feels how Phoenix's Adam's apple bobs as he swallows.

He caresses what little skin he can with his thumb. A warning, a threat, a show of affection.

"Like you leave me a choice." He speaks surprisingly softly. Lovingly, even.

It's a facade, however. And that's made clear to Phoenix as well when Yoru's fingers finally tighten their grip on his throat as he again shifts his weight on top of Phoenix. This time he purposefully grinds down against Phoenix's dick while his fingers seek the perfect spots on Phoenix's neck to press down on. 

Realistically, he could find the correct spots easily. But the way Phoenix's breath hitches under his touch as his fingers keep searching and experimentally pressing down in other spots sounds entirely too good for Yoru to pass on. 

And the feeling is mutual. Phoenix arches his back, fully feeding Yoru's specific little kinks as he attempts to swallow underneath his tightening grip. He barely manages to do so and it almost hurts, but the way Yoru groans quietly under his breath makes it worth it.

Yoru leans down once again to press his lips onto Phoenix's. The kiss quickly turns into teeth and tongue as Yoru's grip on Phoenix's throat still persists and Phoenix keeps his arms glued to the pillow. Though seemingly behaving himself, Phoenix can't help writhing underneath Yoru. The frustration over not being allowed to touch needs to be released from his body somehow, or he was going to disintegrate into atoms from the sheer energy that has built up under his skin. 

When the writhing isn't enough to satisfy his cravings, Phoenix whines into the kiss once more as his fists grip the pillow to stop himself from reaching up and grabbing at Yoru. Yoru pulls back just the slightest bit, Phoenix immediately taking his chances.

"Please," he mumbles against Yoru's lips. 

But Yoru is not in that much of a hurry. He leans back down into another kiss - only to ghost his lips just above Phoenix's. Poor Phoenix's immediate reaction is to crane his neck up to connect their lips, but Yoru's hand on his throat stops him right in his tracks. Yoru's palm momentarily presses against Phoenix's windpipe - not enough to restrict the airflow, but enough to feel uncomfortable and like he can't breathe. It makes Phoenix give in, and he can't help frowning a little as his head sinks into the pillow once again.

The line between pathetic and aggressive desperation is hazy at best. Yet Phoenix manages to switch sides in the blink of an eye.

Something akin to an electric shock travels through his nervous system, starting from his core and ending at his fingertips. The muscles in his arms twitch and his grip tightens ever so slightly as the want - the need - to reach out to hold Yoru grows ever stronger. The frustration is almost too much, almost makes tears form in the corners of his eyes. He's not asking for the world, he has been so good already. He deserves it. He deserves to feel Yoru under his touch. 

And the worst thing is that he very easily could.

But he can't .

So, he whines another plea as his lips barely brush against Yoru's. The frown that persists through the plea is enough to convince Yoru to give in. He connects their lips once again, more forcefully pressing Phoenix's head into the pillow in the process. The kiss is deep and hungry and restricted by Yoru's hand on Phoenix's throat and they're both out of breath when Yoru finally pulls back. Still all too soon in Phoenix's mind, even though they're both gasping for air in the aftermath.

The adoration Yoru feels looking down at Phoenix quickly turns into a condescending smile. Instead of going for the usual 'Please, what?' Yoru leans in for one more quick kiss before pulling back. His hand on Phoenix's throat lets go and slides down his chest. 

"Stay," he whispers mockingly before leaning back and grabbing the hem of his shirt to pull it off.

Phoenix watches intently - after rolling his eyes at Yoru's command - as Yoru peels his shirt off and drops it next to the two of them. The urge to touch gets almost impossible to fight back as Phoenix's eyes rake over the familiar, yet breath-taking sight that is his beautiful, beautiful boyfriend on top of him. Taking a deep breath in, Phoenix's grip on the pillow falls lax as he opens his palms towards Yoru - a surrender and a silent plea to let him touch. Though the plea ends up being more evident in his gaze, his big brown puppy eyes practically begging for it.

Yoru looks down at Phoenix for a few seconds before nodding.

"Go ahead."

Phoenix's arms reach right out the second his brain processes the two words. His warm palms start to map out every square inch they can, fingers dipping into the little divots between the defined muscles, tracing every scar he can remember by heart, brushing over every bone that sticks out. Yoru's skin is soft and cool, his scars well healed, a few bruises scattered here and there as temporary memories either from missions or training - or Phoenix himself.

Phoenix's eyes travel from Yoru's torso up to meet his awaiting gaze. His hands quickly follow to cradle the sides of Yoru's face to pull him down for a kiss. The kiss is softer, gentler than before. Neither of them can hold back a smile when they contrast it to the kiss they shared a mere minute ago. Without breaking the kiss, Phoenix's fingertips travel back down to trace Yoru's collarbones, his shoulders, arms, anything he can reach. A genuine smile forms on Yoru's lips at the silent worship. It makes them break the kiss and just rest their foreheads together.

Though not really a part of his initial plan, Yoru doesn't mind the little softness. He knows Phoenix likes it, probably needs it too. And he has been so good so far, he deserves it. And as much as Yoru loved having that control over Phoenix, he was still a mere man, deeply and disgustingly in love with his boyfriend. No amount of pleasure he'd get from ordering Phoenix around and seeing the fight die behind his eyes compares to the sheer, pure love he feels from feeling Phoenix's lips against his own. 

Yoru still takes control, though more gentle than before. He slides his hand down Phoenix's arm, gently holding onto his forearm to guide Phoenix' to rest both hands on his waist. It's all so sweet and soft and tender. 

At least for a short moment before the energy in the room swiftly changes as Phoenix uses his grip on Yoru to grind him down against his awfully neglected dick. The friction makes Yoru groan as well, his eyes rolling instinctively - both at the feeling and Phoenix's attempt at taking control. He's not sure what he was expecting Phoenix would do, but he still wasn't surprised. 

Sighing deeply and shaking his head slightly, Yoru pushes himself to sit up properly. He slides his hands up to enclose Phoenix's own. Cool skin against scorching hot, he gently pries Phoenix's fingers away to hold his hands - again a gentle reminder of who has the end of the leash. He places gentle kisses on Phoenix's knuckles before placing his hands on his thighs. 

Phoenix's fingertips immediately start tracing patterns into Yoru's thighs as he can't help running his hands up and down the exposed skin. He still could try to move Yoru on top of him, but he resists the urge. It seems to be the right move. Yoru's hands return to rest on Phoenix's forearms, feeling how his muscles tense and relax as Phoenix's grip alternates between grasping and caressing.

Slowly but surely Phoenix's hands travel higher up on Yoru's thighs. His fingertips graze the fabric of Yoru's boxers ever so gently - still asking for permission with the addition of a pair of pleading eyes. To urge Phoenix to continue, Yoru pushes his arms further up by his forearms as he bites back a little smirk. Phoenix takes the hint, leaving warm fingerprints along his way all the way to Yoru's ass. He kneads at the soft flesh, pressing down harder to hopefully leave little red marks in his wake.

All the while Yoru mindlessly, softly rocks his hips against Phoenix's, fully enjoying the warmth spreading right to his core from Phoenix's touch. 

Lost in marking what is rightfully his, Phoenix's fingertips suddenly graze something foreign; a hard silicone between Yoru's cheeks. He immediately catches on, eyebrows rising in surprise. Yoru just smirks down at him, and Phoenix can't help but push the plug in just a bit deeper. It makes Yoru break his poker-ish face by getting a groan from him. So, of course Phoenix has to do it again. And again.

He exhales deeply in light-hearted disbelief. "This whole time?" He already knows the answer, but he wants to hear Yoru say it.

But Yoru doesn't say anything. He just hums in agreement as he tilts his head back just a little and closes his eyes.

To say Phoenix is in awe at the sight would be an understatement. Yoru just looks simply beautiful like this; on top of him, hair starting to stick to his forehead, lips slightly parted, quiet groans escaping his throat as Phoenix continues to toy with him.

Yet again, unable to control the impulse, Phoenix pulls the plug back just a little before pushing it back in with more force. It startles Yoru a little, breaking him from his awfully peaceful state, and disrupting the steady pace his hips were rocking against Phoenix's. He opens his eyes again to meet Phoenix's already awaiting, lovestruck gaze, and smiles.

"You had your fun yet?" It's a little condescending, a little mocking, but he speaks in such a soft tone it flies right over Phoenix's head.

"For now," Phoenix mutters, slowly retreating his hands from Yoru's boxers and back down to his thighs. He could have continued for much, much longer, but he deduced from Yoru's question that he was ready to continue with whatever else he had in mind. 

Before Phoenix can get any more used to the touching privileges he'd been granted, Yoru quickly grabs a hold of his wrists. Phoenix doesn't fight back as Yoru leans his weight forward to pin his arms back to their rightful place above his head, resting on the pillow so nicely. 

"Good," he speaks lowly right by Phoenix's ear, sending shivers right down his spine.

The connotation makes Phoenix arch his back. And he's once more motivated to keep his arms in place, his fists gripping the familiar shapes of the pillow.

Leaving Phoenix to lay and observe yet again, Yoru supports his weight up by Phoenix's hips to push himself off of the other man. He sits by Phoenix's side and manoeuvres out of his boxers. They get dropped somewhere alongside his shirt.

He keeps intent eye contact with Phoenix as he climbs back to straddle him, all the while stroking his own dick with an exaggerated groan and a roll of his hips. Of course the touch was nice, but making Phoenix believe it was better than that was even nicer. The corners of his mouth twitch into a smirk as he reads the silent plea on Phoenix's face - and completely ignores it.

Yoru has to force himself to look away from Phoenix to keep his little show up. He loosens his grip on his dick to trace a single finger along the slit, spreading the small bead of precum along his way. A sigh escapes his lungs at the touch - though mostly at the thought of how warm Phoenix's fingers would feel replacing his own.

Repeating the same movement, Yoru gathers another droplet of precum on the tip of his finger. He glances up from his lap to look at Phoenix as he does so. His eyes stay focused on Phoenix's for a second before dropping down to his - already parted - lips. Yoru hums in feigned contemplation as his gaze darts between Phoenix's eyes and lips.

He ends up wiping the digit against his own thigh - just to hear Phoenix whine.

And not only does he whine, he helplessly bucks his hips up against Yoru as well. At this point he has to fold his arms underneath his pillow to keep himself from reaching out.

"You can't do that," he manages to complain, voice wavering.

Yoru hums back in a mocking manner. "I think I can." He rolls his hips against Phoenix's again, the plug pressing up against just the right spots inside him and making his voice shaky. 

"Please." Phoenix returns to his previous strategy in a heartbeat, eyes full of desperation, brows furrowing. He doesn't know what he's pleading for but that doesn't matter in the slightest. 

Yoru seems to be in an uncharacteristically merciful mood as he cocks his head to the side, appearing to be considering it. Without saying a word, he scoots backwards a little to straddle Phoenix's thighs instead. His fingertips almost experimentally graze the outline of Phoenix's achingly hard dick through his boxers - as if he doesn't know exactly what Phoenix likes and how he likes it. 

The touch gets a small gasp from Phoenix as he tries to press harder against Yoru's hand. Again, merciful as ever, Yoru allows it and begins to properly stroke Phoenix through the fabric - or at least as properly as he can. It makes Phoenix throw his head back further into the pillow, his eyes screwing shut and a groan escaping from deep within his throat. 

But it's still not enough. 

"Please."

Yoru rolls his eyes in faux annoyance. "Fine," he mutters under his breath. His fingers trail up to the elastic band of Phoenix's boxers, cold fingers meeting warm skin.

All too eager, Phoenix bends his knees just enough to be able to lift his hips - and Yoru - up an inch or two. And to continue the theme of 'barely enough', Yoru pulls Phoenix's boxers down just enough to free his dick. All the while he tries not to let the fact that Phoenix can apparently very easily hip-thrust his weight get to his head - or his dick. This attempt is very unsuccessful, and Yoru can't help but trace his fingers across Phoenix's thighs, feeling the muscles move and flex under his touch.

Phoenix furrows his brows at Yoru. To say he was getting a bit more than desperate at this point would be an understatement.

In an attempt to get Yoru to move his touch upwards, Phoenix instinctively tries to reach to grab Yoru's hands in his own to guide them. It, of course, doesn't work as Phoenix manages to move his hands an inch before stopping his movements. Goddamn Yoru and his goddamn orders Phoenix felt like following.

His second attempt is also his last one; nudging Yoru with his leg to get him out of whatever trance he was in. It works surprisingly well. Yoru even looks a little flustered as he returns to look at Phoenix - like he was caught red-handed doing something he wasn't supposed to be doing.

And as if the point wasn't clear enough yet, Phoenix bucks his hips up a little. Get to it.

…Please.

Yoru finally seems to get the memo as he takes Phoenix's dick in a cold hand and starts to stroke him properly. No matter how expected, no matter how familiar, the sudden touch still makes Phoenix arch his back, a content hum escaping his throat. 

Finally getting the attention he had wanted, Phoenix's breath trembles as he sinks into the mattress even further, a satisfied smile on his lips. Yoru's touch is nice and cool and soft and just enough for Phoenix to not feel the need to fuck up into it. He could stay like this forever. If Yoru could just keep it up for a few more seconds he'd basically be on cloud nine.

Yoru, unfortunately, has other plans for and ideas of cloud nine. He leaves Phoenix's dick alone all too soon with one last lingering touch. Phoenix is immediately ready to complain - only to be silenced by just a single look from Yoru. So he results to just whining about it, flexing his arms to relieve at least some of his frustrations yet again. 

Keeping a watchful eye on Phoenix - and fully reading his frustrations - Yoru reaches behind himself, unable to resist toying with the plug again. It's half for his own enjoyment, half to keep Phoenix eager and waiting. Mostly to keep Phoenix eager and waiting.

And it's working. He effectively fucks himself with the toy, exaggerating his groans and rolling his hips against Phoenix's - all while looking Phoenix dead in the eye, a mischievous smile on his lips. Phoenix watches back just as intently, big brown eyes practically begging for similar attention. But Yoru just makes him watch as he toys with the plug some more.

It's a good show, that's for sure, but now without the fabric of his boxers, Phoenix has absolutely nothing to grind against. The boxers were a poor replacement for Yoru's touch, but they were at least something . 

The loss of what little contact he had had still doesn't stop Phoenix from trying. And whining when his attempts prove to be less than fruitful. And then trying again.

Deciding to show some more mercy to Phoenix, Yoru finally deems himself ready. He pushes the plug in one more time before slowly pulling it out - this time not having to exaggerate the sound ripping from his throat. He disregards the toy somewhere on top of the small pile of clothes next to them - they were dirty anyway. The new feeling of emptiness makes him furrow his brows as his eagerness to proceed further starts competing with Phoenix's. 

"You think that's enough?" Phoenix nods towards the plug. His question is sincere, but his choice of words would disagree.

"I'll manage," Yoru simply states, grabbing a bottle of lube from somewhere Phoenix hadn't noticed it lying before. He wastes no time before squeezing a generous amount of the cold gel onto his palm and wrapping his hand all too gently around Phoenix's dick. He knows what just the coldness can do to him, and he doesn't need Phoenix to tip over the edge already. He gives him a couple of gentle strokes before giving into the need that had been building within him for god knows how long already.

The excess lube gets discarded across Phoenix's stomach - which gets an eye-roll from the unsuspecting victim. Yoru ignores it and scoots forward to straddle Phoenix's hips again. He props himself up with a hand on Phoenix's chest as his other hand guides Phoenix's dick to his hole. The only confirmation he waits for is the low whine escaping Phoenix's throat before he starts slowly lowering himself on Phoenix's dick.

It stings a bit too much for his liking, but he'd rather suffer through the momentary discomfort than let Phoenix know he was right. His brows furrow ever so slightly as he steadily takes Phoenix inch by inch.

Yoru arches his back when Phoenix is finally buried in him up to the hilt, a content exhale punching out of his lungs. He grinds his hips slowly, experimentally, trying to find just the right spot to move against. It takes a few tries to get it right, but he gets there, a mischievous smile forming on his lips as he leans his weight forward. 

One of Yoru's palms stays flat on Phoenix's chest to hold his weight up as the other returns to its rightful spot around Phoenix's throat. Again, he doesn't immediately squeeze, just lets Phoenix prepare for what's to come.

It takes only a few short moments of steadying his breathing before he decides Phoenix has had enough time to adjust - the wait has absolutely nothing to do with him having to get comfortable as well. Without another warning, Yoru lifts himself up a few inches before dropping right back down. It makes both of them groan, though Phoenix's is interrupted by Yoru's fingers pressing down on the sides of his throat.

Yoru repeats the movement, alternating between squeezing Phoenix's throat and letting him recover for a few seconds. He never squeezes too hard for too long; more like catching Phoenix in a loop of recovering just enough to make the next round feel even better. 

And Phoenix is sure the pillowcase is about to rip from the sheer force he's squeezing it with to restrain himself. He just wants to fucking touch, but he knows what Yoru's going for, what he wants. He knows Yoru wants him restrained and compliant underneath him - only restrained by his own willpower. Of course Phoenix enjoys it too - being a good boy and all - but he'd be lying if he said he didn't crave the feeling of Yoru's soft skin beneath his touch instead of a goddamn pillow.

Yoru keeps slowly rocking his hips back and forth as he continues a steady pace on Phoenix's dick. At this point, they're both groaning and panting, both desperate for release. 

After a particularly harsh squeeze at Phoenix's throat - followed by a choked moan from him - Yoru's grip finally relaxes and moves to caress Phoenix's cheek instead. He leans in for an uncoordinated kiss, teeth clacking together as they try their best not to bust the other's lip. Yoru pulls back to trace kisses along Phoenix's jaw up to his ear, the whines Phoenix lets out only making him grin against the warm skin.

"You can touch," he whispers just by Phoenix's ear, getting another whimper from him.

Regardless of his near delirious state, Phoenix reacts immediately, his hands reaching out to the back of Yoru's neck and tangling in his hair. He uses this grip to pull Yoru back into another messy kiss and to keep him in place even when the kiss breaks as they both have to gasp for air. One of Phoenix's hands persists in Yoru's hair as the other slides across his shoulder and down his arm to grip his wrist. He yanks and Yoru takes the hint, moving his hand to rest on the side of Phoenix's head instead to keep himself propped up. The release of pressure from his chest finally allowed Phoenix to take a proper deep breath in.

Yoru keeps caressing the side of Phoenix's face as they press their foreheads together - a viable substitute for a real kiss - effectively panting against each other's lips. Phoenix's skin burns hot and they're both sweaty and out of breath and they wouldn't have it any other way.

Phoenix's free hand moves to hold Yoru's waist in an almost bruising and burning grip, doing what little he can to control the pace at which Yoru is moving. Even though the added help isn't much, it's still something. And to be able to finally feel Yoru underneath his touch is quickly turning to work against him. It’s almost overwhelming, really; actually getting what he wanted. His reward. And it goes straight to his dick. 

It doesn't take long before Phoenix feels himself get close. In a desperate attempt to get there, he tries to fuck up into Yoru as he pulls the man down flush against his hips. It’s still not enough, and his attempt doesn't go unnoticed. Biting back a groan to keep up the image of control, Yoru fights the grip Phoenix has on his hair to move his head down to leave bruising kisses and bite marks on Phoenix's neck and shoulder. He yet again gets right next to Phoenix's ear to grit out a single word.

"Behave."

And that's what does it for Phoenix. He comes with a low whine, hips still uselessly bucking up against Yoru, hands gripping him by the waist and neck harder. Yoru lets him ride out his orgasm, indulging him with even more harsh kisses along his throat and jaw.

Phoenix groans as he's wrung dry, finally opening his eyes as he feels Yoru's lips leave his neck. Yoru looks down at him with a condescending smile.

"Already?" is all he asks.

Phoenix burns with humiliation. Still gripping Yoru's hair, he yanks Yoru's head back a little in retaliation, muttering a "Shut up," with a coarse voice.

Yoru does as he's told, though he continues to grind his hips against Phoenix's. He can feel Phoenix slowly going soft inside him but that doesn't stop him. Phoenix's hand on Yoru's waist attempts to keep him in place but to not much avail. He groans at the overstimulation, eyes squeezing shut, and fingers tangling in Yoru's hair for a better grip. He uses this grip to properly pull Yoru's hair, hoping he gets to feel an equal amount of discomfort as he's giving.

Yoru can't suppress the moan ripping from his throat at the sudden surge of sharp pain against his scalp. As much as he likes it, he still gives in and slows down, eventually stopping to just straddle Phoenix's hips like he did earlier. Phoenix's grip on his hair loosens as well, his fingers gently massaging Yoru's scalp where he had pulled - almost an apology. He’s not sorry in the slightest. And neither is Yoru. 

They're both breathing heavily, just staring at each other. Both of them look entirely fucked out, flushed skin shiny with a layer of sweat. Yoru thinks he still looks more presentable. While he’s busy telling himself that, Phoenix's eyes start to wander, his energy slowly coming back to his boneless body. He can't help but huff out a laugh when he notices Yoru is still fully hard on his lap. 

"Want me to do something about that?" he asks light-heartedly, his hand already moving from Yoru's waist towards his dick. But, to his surprise, Yoru grabs his wrist before he can do anything. He raises his brows in surprise but doesn't fight the grip.

Yoru hums in confirmation; he definitely should do something about it. Just not that.

"Turn over. Ass up." 

It's not a suggestion.

The surprised look on Phoenix's face persists and it makes Yoru's lips curl into a small smirk. He lifts himself off of Phoenix to give him room to turn over - trying his best to mask the involuntary wince as the familiar cold, empty feeling returns without Phoenix inside him.  

"Oh, you're serious?" Phoenix sounds just as surprised as he looks, propping himself up on his elbows to look at Yoru. "Okay." He shrugs before doing just as told.

The feeling of his spent dick rubbing against the sheets makes him hiss as he tries to position himself properly again. He finds comfort in hugging the same pillow he'd just been holding onto for dear life, burying half of his face into it. His attempt at taking a deep breath in gets interrupted as a familiar scent overtakes all his senses.

It's Yoru's pillow.

Phoenix can't help but groan against the soft cotton, fully indulging in the scent he had grown to love so dearly. Especially with the little amount he had gotten to hold Yoru, being able to hold onto something that smells like him is more than comforting. 

Having just spent god knows how long lying down with a man of his equal size on top of him, Phoenix's legs don't really feel like cooperating. He groans - this time in discomfort - as the tense muscles get used to the new arrangement, feeling returning to areas of his body he didn't even notice had gone more or less numb.

His mind is still a little hazy, so he doesn't even feel the usual humiliation from the position, from presenting himself like that; ass up and face buried in a pillow. The only thing he feels is Yoru positioning himself on his knees between his spread legs. Yoru pulls Phoenix's ass flush against his hips, sliding his dick between Phoenix's cheeks. He doesn't even bother fully undressing Phoenix; the elastic band of his boxers fighting the stretch just makes his ass look even perkier. 

"You should know a minute and a half isn't enough for me."

Now Phoenix feels the humiliation. It burns his cheeks and makes something heavy drop in his gut. He knows Yoru is just saying it for the sake of saying it, but the embarrassment still lingers. And his back still arches.

Very satisfied with himself, Yoru starts mirroring Phoenix's earlier actions, kneading the soft flesh of Phoenix's ass. He's not in any real hurry now that Phoenix already had his fun. Now it was his turn. And he is absolutely going to indulge in all his favourite ways to torment his poor, poor Phoenix. With love, of course. 

He pulls Phoenix's cheeks apart and lets a dribble of spit fall from his lips right above Phoenix's hole. He immediately rubs a thumb over it, spreading the spit around. Phoenix groans at the unsuspected feeling, still arching his back into the touch.

Yoru uses the small amount of spit to dip the tip of his thumb inside Phoenix, getting another groan from him. Phoenix is already breathing heavily again, and Yoru couldn't be more content with himself. He pushes his thumb just a bit deeper.

"You're not gonna-?" Phoenix doesn't get to finish his question before Yoru's already pulling back.

"I'm not that mean," Yoru huffs in reply, already reaching for the bottle of lube on the bed somewhere. He quickly uncaps it and covers his fingers with the gel. He wastes no time - nor does he give Phoenix a heads up - before pushing his middle finger inside in one swift move. He can be a little mean. As a treat. 

Phoenix gasps at the sudden intrusion, muttering a muffled "Jesus," against his pillow. His breathing gets even more unstable as Yoru starts pumping his finger in and out at a pace a bit too fast for his liking. He's still trying to come down from his high, and this definitely wasn't helping. Still, he stays quiet about it and lets Yoru have his way. After all, he had been uncharacteristically soft with him earlier. And not like Phoenix really minded - at least judging by the sounds his pillow was only partly muffling.

Yoru presses another finger against Phoenix's hole, but he doesn't push in, letting Phoenix brace for it.

"Relax. I don't want to hurt you," he speaks surprisingly softly as he runs his other hand up Phoenix's side, feeling how his core shakes a little with a huff of laughter. He also smiles at the situation; of course Phoenix would find it funny. He gives Phoenix's ass a firm smack, interrupting his chuckle with a little hum. But it does make Phoenix relax more and Yoru can finally push two fingers in with very little resistance.

Phoenix groans as Yoru's fingers easily slide up to the knuckle, immediately curling and scissoring inside him. Yoru's other hand moves to Phoenix's back to push him further down - as if he needed the help, really. Still, Phoenix doesn't mind, and he arches his back and pushes himself against Yoru's touch. His brain works on autopilot, his body mindlessly responding to Yoru’s actions without him even having to think about it. 

After a little while of just Phoenix's heavy breathing and muffled moans, Yoru breaks the silence.

"Do you want a third?" He accentuates the question by scissoring his fingers as wide as he can.

Phoenix huffs out a laugh again and Yoru's brows furrow at his reaction.

"Isn't it only fair that I get hurt too?" he manages to ask, face half buried in the pillow, but his smile is still evident in his voice.

"I wasn't hurt," Yoru immediately argues back, brows still knit together.

Another huff from Phoenix. "Right. Sure." He doesn’t believe a single word.

"Whatever. Your call." Yoru rolls his eyes. "Just don't complain about it later." He scissors his fingers a few more times, really not wanting to hurt Phoenix regardless of what he's implying.

Yoru pulls his fingers out slowly, purposefully dragging it out to get Phoenix to groan. He succeeds and wipes the excess lube on his very much neglected and achingly hard dick. Grabbing the lube bottle again, he adds a bit more to his dick - again, not wanting to hurt Phoenix. He strokes himself a few times to spread the lube evenly before wiping the excess across Phoenix's hole, pushing inside just a little. Phoenix immediately whines at the intrusion and it only feeds Yoru's poorly masked desperation.

Yoru quickly lines himself up, pressing his tip against Phoenix's hole to let him prepare for it. Phoenix takes a deep breath in and relaxes his body to the best of his ability on the exhale. Yoru takes it as a green light and slowly pushes in.

And it stings, of course it does. But Phoenix doesn't complain. He only whines into his - Yoru's - pillow and tries to stay relaxed. He spreads his knees further apart as much as the elastic band lets him to lie almost flush against the mattress. Yoru could easily pull him right back up if he wanted or needed to.

But Yoru doesn't mind. He leans forward to hover above Phoenix, supporting himself up by bracing his hands on either side of Phoenix's head. One of Phoenix's hands leaves the pillow to hold Yoru's wrist instead.

He slowly but surely bottoms out, staying still for a little while to let Phoenix adjust. While waiting, he reaches for Phoenix's other hand, guiding him to bend it behind his back. Instead of it being merely a restraint, Yoru intertwines their fingers before pressing Phoenix's hand against his back. It counts as a romantic gesture in their books.

Phoenix squeezes Yoru's hand, prompting him to slowly pull out before pushing back in. And just like earlier when the roles were reversed, both of them groan at the feeling. Phoenix's breathing is noticeably more uneven as he's still sensitive from having had his orgasm already. He doesn't mind the feeling, though; it's something a bit out of the ordinary and - regardless of the overstimulation - it's not overwhelming. The familiar scent and softness of the pillow keep his clouded brain somewhat grounded. 

Yoru tries to keep his pace and breaths steady - as if he's not close already. Of course he doesn't have to hold out or anything, but he wants it to last as long as possible. Phoenix does feel incredible, warm and wet around him, which doesn't help his case at all. Yoru leans closer, resting his forehead against Phoenix's shoulder blade and panting heavily against his skin.

Thoughts of 'you're so tight' and 'you feel so good' get mixed up in Yoru's hazy brain. 

"You're so good," he mumbles against Phoenix's skin.

The praise makes Phoenix whimper and grip Yoru's hand tighter.

It's the final nail in Yoru's coffin and there go all of Yoru's plans about dragging it out. 

He comes with a quiet groan and his hand tightly squeezing Phoenix's. He keeps fucking Phoenix until the overstimulation starts to hurt, stopping just before a whimper threatens to leave his lips. Only then does he fully collapse on top of Phoenix, pressing him into the mattress.

Phoenix flinches as his dick gets trapped between the mattress and the weight of two grown men. The ache in his arm still bent between the two of them doesn't help either.

"Get off." Phoenix attempts to nudge Yoru off of him, only getting a tired groan in response. 

After a few seconds of recovering Yoru does eventually pull out and roll off of him, allowing Phoenix to turn over to lay on his back. After laying comfortably again, Yoru immediately moves back to lay on Phoenix's chest, sweaty skin on sweaty skin. He intertwines their legs as Phoenix wraps an arm around him. 

It's gross on both parts; Yoru's inner thighs sticky with Phoenix's cum and his own slowly starting to drip from Phoenix's hole and onto the sheets. Neither of them cares as they lay there in silence still catching their breaths. Phoenix turns to kiss the top of Yoru's head and he feels Yoru's lips curl into a smile against his bare chest.

"Did it hurt?" Yoru finally asks, his words muffled my Phoenix's skin.

Phoenix smiles. "Not too much." He places another kiss into Yoru's hair.

Yoru drapes his hand across Phoenix's torso and gently squeezes his side.

"Good."

"And you?" Phoenix speaks against Yoru's hair. 

"Not too much."

"Good."

Yoru tilts his neck to kiss Phoenix on the lips. It's gentle and sweet and nothing like their earlier ones, and they both smile into it.

Yoru breaks the kiss to blindly reach for the open carton of cigarettes somewhere on the bedside table. He manages to grab a cigarette and he places it between his lips before turning back to Phoenix.

"We really shouldn't smoke indoors," Phoenix mentions as he lights the cigarette with a small flame he spawned from his thumb. The cigarette lights easily and Phoenix snuffs out the flame with another finger.

Yoru inhales the smoke and blows it away from Phoenix's face. He takes another drag before placing the cigarette between Phoenix's lips.

"We can quit some other day," Yoru suggests with zero intentions of stopping.

Phoenix inhales a lungful of smoke before humming approvingly, same intentions in mind.

Some other day indeed.