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Satoru has always been a little shit. Everyone knows it, especially Suguru. It's one of Satoru's best features, honestly. It’s a miracle that he managed to score Suguru but now that he’s got him, he’s not letting him go. Since he would give his all to Suguru, that includes whatever kinks intrigue them both.
Brat taming has always intrigued Suguru, since he enjoys having power over the so-called “strongest", and as a bonus, Satoru likes to give his everything to make Suguru feel good, whilst making himself feel good in the process, of course. It’s a win-win situation.
Their sex life started off rather tame, admittedly. They’ve both been through everything imaginable, been patched up more times than they can ever count, so using blood, choking, knives or just their abilities over each other never interested them at all. A lot of the time, they just liked to be themselves with one another. It was vanilla and a little silly but Satoru cherished it. It was nice to feel loved, to feel cherished.
However, they grew up, life got a little easier and Satoru got a lot braver. He knows whatever he'll ask for, Suguru will provide. He's always been indulgent towards him, which is why Satoru has been doing so much research on BDSM as of late. He’s good at diving headfirst into things, but considering how their relationship started out, the tame introduction is better than Satoru’s normal approach.
He’s not into the full fledged aspects of it, with the contracts and the complete submission. He doesn’t think he’d ever realistically be able to do that but hats off to whoever can because it must take an obscene amount of work and trust. But, he likes the sound of some of the kinks, purely due to his senses being a lot stronger than the average person. The deprivation would be nice, if they can manage it.
He’s looked into a lot and what he wants to start with has more of a roleplay aspect, and definitely on the tamer side from what he's seen. He wants Suguru to be rougher with him, to manhandle him and make him submit. He wants to get into the headspace and beg for more, to be deprived of whatever he wants just so Suguru can have his way with him.
He told Suguru all of it and asked him to think about it. Suguru hardly needed to and asked if Satoru would like to be tied up. He nodded, overly eager like a dog and Suguru ordered rope and handcuffs that night, cuddled up to Satoru with his hand on his ass.
They’re going to do a similar scene tonight. Satoru is in the mood to be a shithead, to deny Suguru everything he asks for so he can get tied up and put in his place. Oh, he’s excited, elated .
Suguru comes home, greeting Satoru warmly while he sits on the couch. There isn’t much that transpires between them until Suguru sits down with him and asks for one of the chocolate coated rice crackers Satoru is eating.
He immediately denies him, ignoring Suguru’s shocked expression. “They’re mine,” Satoru mutters, his eyes on the television as he tries to hide his own giddy smile. “If you wanted some, you should have brought your own.” He’s back to how he used to talk; rude and bold, irritatingly so. Suguru’s eye twitches and asks again, only for Satoru to smack his hand away, glaring at him.
“Satoru,” Suguru says, a deep growl of a tone. Satoru suppresses his own shiver, licking his lips to hide his giddy smile at the sound. God, Suguru needs to be naked now. “Do you really want to do this with me?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he answers, his cock already twitching in his pants. Oh, he loves it when Suguru gets like this. He growls in Satoru’s ear when he’s fucking him but it’s not often like this. No, this is different. This is to teach Satoru a lesson and he’s so fucking excited.
Suguru exhales sharply, still dressed in his all black outfit from the day. He stands up, making Satoru follow subconsciously but he seizes Satoru by his throat, staring right through him. “Are you going to act like this?”
His voice is low, chilling . Satoru might just cum in his pants from that alone. He smiles, unable to control himself. “What are you going to do about it?” The grip isn’t firm, but it could quickly turn into something dangerous. Satoru knows it won’t, not with Suguru, but the thrill of his strength is enough to make him wet in his underwear.
Suguru looks towards the couch, his other hand straying to Satoru’s hips. The sorcerer slips his hand into his sweatpants, grabbing at his ass. Satoru inhales sharply, his hands going straight to Suguru’s wrist on his throat. He doesn’t pull or tug at him, no, he lets him hold him and God, he loves it.
Suguru hastily pulls his sweatpants and underwear down, letting them fall to Satoru’s ankles. “I’ll teach you a lesson,” he whispers, pulling Satoru against him. Being naked from the waist down with his half hard cock on full display while Suguru is completely clothed is more than exciting. It makes Satoru shiver, his heart pounding.
Suguru lets him go and sits back down on the couch. He spreads his legs and pats his lap, inviting Satoru to lay over it. He does, oversized in a grown man’s lap but his cock presses against Suguru’s thigh, surely dirtying it with his precum. That alone makes it more exciting, something else to be punished for.
“This is what happens when you’re a brat,” Suguru utters, skating his hand over Satoru’s bare ass. The touch makes a shiver quake his body and his skin breaks out in goosebumps. He wants his ass to be bruised. “Count.”
“Why should I?” Satoru fires back but is quickly silenced by Suguru smacking him on the ass hard. It’s like the crack of a whip and before he can even utter out one , Suguru is slapping him just as hard on the other cheek and gripping the newly reddened skin hard.
“This,” Suguru breathes in his ear, groping him roughly as Satoru gasps, “is why. Now, count. If you mess up, I’ll start all over again until your ass is purple, so don’t fuck it up.”
Satoru exhales shakily, nodding along. His stomach clenches and he crosses his ankles over one another, propping his ass up a little higher. He ignores the twitching of his own cock against the fabric of Suguru’s pants, eager to be spanked. What a degenerate. “One, two,” he breathes, leaning his head on his crossed arms.
“Good boy.” Suguru releases his ass, soothing a hand over one side. He lifts it away and Satoru tries to brace himself but barely can, the firm slap sounding off through their apartment. Satoru keeps counting, even as tears well in his eyes. It doesn’t hurt, not necessarily; he can take a hell of a lot worse, but he knows how pretty he is when he cries and gives into the pain.
They make it to ten before Suguru pauses, having spanked both cheeks five times. He doesn’t say anything and as Satoru begins to think it’s over, Suguru’s hand strikes his ass again, this time with more of a flick of his knuckles. Against the sensitive, swollen skin, Satoru howls, moaning from the pain. His tongue lolls out of his mouth, drooling just about to spill from his tongue.
“I can feel how wet your cock is,” Suguru muses, flicking his hand again. This technique feels like a whip, forcing shaky moans from Satoru’s lips as the sound echoes through their apartment. “How sinful you sound, Satoru. Do you like pain? So pathetic of you, really. The strongest likes to be spanked when he’s acting like a brat.”
Satoru pants, ducking his head into his arms. His face probably matches his ass, bright red and flushed. His body is pulsing, alight with nerves and Suguru spanks him again, one on each cheek before he grabs his ass, pulling the skin away to see his hole.
“No–” Satoru gasps, attempting to turn back. “Suguru– It’s–” He’s embarrassed , despite doing much more outrageous things in front of Suguru before. It’s humiliating and he almost drools at the sight of Suguru looking at his hole like it barely interests him. Satoru means nothing to Suguru when he’s being a brat, made to be punished. His thumb ghosts over the rim, hardly teasing to slip in but Satoru still moans, the grip on his ass cheek making him want to cum. His cock throbs, needing the attention and Satoru distantly wishes Suguru put a cock ring on him or something just to tease him further.
“Poor baby,” Suguru coos, letting go of his ass. He shoves his hand between Satoru’s legs, gripping his cock and milking it a few times, his precum smeared all over his hand. Satoru groans, his cock pathetically weeping from the first bit of attention it has gotten and he jolts when Suguru’s fingers trace over his balls. “Should I spank these next time? If you’re going to act like a pathetic brat, you might as well feel as useless as one, Satoru.”
He shakes his head, eyes wide but his cock twitches at the talk, his body betraying him right into Suguru’s hands. His boyfriend coos at him again, his hand tracing the line of his crack as he circles his precum lubed finger over Satoru’s hole. It’s disgusting and Satoru wants it, more than anything. He wants to be degraded, covered in his own cum as he begs for Suguru to spank him, step on his cock, make him cry.
“I don’t think I should let you cum,” Suguru mumbles, like it’s the most boring thing in the world. Satoru’s throat bobs as he swallows, relaxing his body on purpose. “Maybe if you beg me for it.”
“I–” Satoru swallows again, turning his head over his shoulder. It’s a coy look, one he’s perfected over the years. Licking his lips just to make them gleam, he pouts. “I want you to give me whatever you want, Suguru. I was b-bad…”
Suguru lifts a brow at him, smiling softly. “You were. Are you sorry?”
“I’m sorry,” Satoru admits quickly, his ass still sensitive against the cool air of their apartment. His stomach clenches, his cock twitching like he actually said the right thing. He wants to be good and he deserved to be smacked because he was bad. Puppy behaviour, really. Oh, Satoru needs a tail and some ears, a ball gag to keep his mouth stretched wide and his moans spilling out.
“You did count,” Suguru offers, lifting his hand from Satoru’s rim to palm his flushed ass. It makes him shiver again, his eyelashes fluttering at the feeling. “Hm… Sit up, baby. I’ll let you cum.”
Satoru sits up in a rush, his skin twinging. He sits in Suguru’s lap in a heap, his legs spread like the slut he is. His cock bobs against his stomach as Suguru circles it with his fist, lazy. He rests his hands on Suguru’s shoulders, pulling him close as he pants, his eyes slipping closed. Finally, he’s getting the attention he wanted.
“You did make a mess on my pants,” his boyfriend whispers, nudging Satoru's jaw with his nose. “You’re going to cum in my hand and clean it off to make up for that, aren’t you?”
Satoru rapidly nods, relief washing over him as his cock is fisted. He ruts his hips up, avoiding sitting his ass down out of worry of it stinging but Suguru doesn’t give him much of an option. He forces him down into his lap and Satoru jerks in his hold, tossing his head back as he hisses from the pain and stimulation on his cock.
Suguru kisses his chest, sucking at the skin. Satoru’s is cock becoming slick with his own precum being dragged up and down but Suguru spits to add to the wet squelching sound and that just makes Satoru crazy.
“Ah, mm, keep–” Satoru can barely speak, the soreness from his ass making his body twitch as his cock is squeezed and fisted. Suguru digs his thumb into his slit and Satoru keens, clenching his teeth together. His hole clenches around nothing; despite the attention on his cock, he really was made to please. He whines, high pitched and feminine, his high crashing over him like a tidal wave as he cums into Suguru’s hand, the squelching sound of his own cum making his mouth water.
“Good boy,” Suguru purrs, giving his cock a squeeze as Satoru pants, twitching in overstimulation. He lets him go, lifting his hand between his and Satoru’s faces with a smirk. “What do you say to me, Satoru?”
“Thank you,” Satoru whispers, closing his lips around one of Suguru’s dirty fingers and sucking on it like he would if he had Suguru’s cock in his mouth. Fuck, they should try cockwarming. Satoru doesn’t have a gag reflex and he absolutely wouldn’t mind keeping Suguru warm as he suckles on his cock, feeling it twitch and pulse in his throat. Suguru is big, bigger than Satoru and just wide enough to make Satoru’s jaw ache.
“That was fast,” Suguru whispers, forcing Satoru to look down at his cock already half hard again, his fingers hanging out of his mouth. “Satoru, what do you want me to do to you?”
“I w’nna suck y’ur cock,” Satoru mumbles around his fingers, grabbing his wrist to hungrily lick from the base of his palm to the tip of his finger. He keeps all his cum in his mouth, cleaning off Suguru’s hand before he grabs his boyfriend by the face and kisses him dirty, exchanging his spit and cum between them.
Suguru groans, his hands clenching on Satoru’s sides but accepts the kiss, cleaning Satoru’s cum off his tongue for him. They both swallow it down, soon to press their tongues against one another as the kiss turns disgusting and filthy. It’s wet, all tongue and spit but Suguru moans at the taste of Satoru, eager to swallow it down.
Just the way they like it.
“Wanna keep your cock warm,” Satoru rushes against his mouth, sitting back just a touch to peer at him afterwards with wide, intense eyes. “Like… We should, you know, plan some stuff. I wanna warm your cock in my mouth while you read or somethin’. I wanna be edged and have my orgasm denied. Anything to fuck with my senses. Make me melt, Suguru.”
Suguru blinks at him, his mouth opening slowly in disbelief. He mulls it over, considering it for a few seconds too long. Satoru swallows, a little self-conscious but Suguru’s grip on his hips tightens, signalling his agreement. “Okay,” he says, his lips slowly working into a smile. “But I’ve got some plans of my own, baby.”
Satoru’s cock twitches, which Suguru feels, looking down. “I’m listening,” he purrs, wrapping his arms around Suguru’s shoulders to draw his attention back to his face. “Tell me, dirty boy. What do you wanna do to me?”
“Chastity,” Suguru answers without a beat, forcing Satoru to inhale sharply. “Nothing permanent, but you want your orgasms denied. We could do that, lock you up so you don’t cum… Train you up to cum from your ass.”
“Yeah, okay.” Satoru utters it into Suguru’s jaw, completely onboard. If it’s with Suguru, he doesn’t care what it is. “You wanna tie me up, right? What about wax play? Blindfold me, pitch black room… You can do whatever you want to me. Spank me with a paddle, put clamps on me?” It just keeps spilling out of him, blurting things he knows he’ll like. His nipples are a little sensitive and clamping them just might make Satoru cum in his underwear.
“Anything you want,” Suguru whispers, dragging his hand over Satoru’s ass. He pinches it, forcing a moan from Satoru’s mouth. “Especially if you like pain so much, Satoru.”
“I like it ‘cause it’s you.” Even for chastity, he’s willing to give it a shot. It doesn’t freak him out, nor the act of being blindfolded or tied up. He’s ready for it, excited . “I want it ‘cause it’s you. Suguru, I–”
“I know, baby.” Suguru shuts him up with a kiss, pressing his tongue against Satoru’s quickly. He wins the non-existent battle, licking into Satoru’s mouth with vigor. Satoru’s comedown is hardly anything, his cock already hard once again from the talk of all things dirty. He ruts into Suguru’s middle, moaning at the feeling of Suguru’s shirt against his bare cock. The friction is delicious, him half naked while his boyfriend is fully clothed. He wants to be degraded, put in his place like the sub he is.
“Fuck me,” Satoru says, smiling in a daze when Suguru licks his bottom lip, “and we can order some stuff. Cages, wax… Whatever we want.”
Suguru grips Satoru’s sensitive ass, lifting him from the couch with a yelp. He charges them into the bedroom and Satoru prays and hopes and begs his ass is red with Suguru’s handprints by the end of the night. Maybe he would like the collaring aspect of a BDSM contract, something to show Suguru’s ownership over him… He did think of the tail plug, after all.
They’ve got all the time in the world to discuss it.