September 3, 2009
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Pr0nz
Yeah, wrote porn for a friend, and now posting it all over the internet because...well I can. And I'm trying to beat her to it. Because I can't be outdone with my own creation.
So...
Warnings: It's Yaoi, meaning one man is getting stuck with another man's penis. And some sadism, because Uraki is a sadist and not really ashamed to admit this. Doesn't help I'm kinda tired, but that's besides the point.
Black was fast becoming Zak’s favorite color, although he wished that the circumstances to this whole situation were a little more favorable for him. Uraki never was the one for allowing him to get away, not like he would tonight. The bastard seemed to want to play with him, they only thing different than usual were the cold gold eyes that started at him instead of the wavering violet ones. Plus, as much as he loved Miko, he would never do something this erotic no matter how much he would try to persuade him.
Uraki himself was having fun, this dress was having the desired effect, although he had to wonder why Miko would hang on to something he said he’d never wear in public again. However, he didn’t count this as a public performance, since Zak was his to play with. To please and torture as he saw fit, most of the time anyway. Sometimes, Miko didn’t want to give up his time with the man but not tonight. He was going to make Zak writhe for him, beg for him to go on, maybe even beg him to stop. It was always more fun if Zak fought it rather than just give in.
He licked his lips sensually, moving the shadows around a bit to make sure that he looked his best, even in this stunted body. He wanted Zak hard by the time he got to him, wanted to hear his breath gasp when he finally removed the spell, wanted him to beg for any contact that would give him satisfaction. Yes, that was the kind of control that he wanted tonight, the kind of possession he wanted of him. The fabric rustled under his soft touch, fingers sliding up his thighs, then abdomen, over his nipples, up his neck, and through his hair. Oh, that got him the attention he wanted, this was going to be easier than he planned for.
Moving a little closer, he began humming a familiar tune, one he heard Zakary sing on occasion, one that he planned on perverting more than the song implied already. He closed his eyes, just letting his body do what it did best; seduce. His movements swayed, the dress allowing a bit of easier movement, as the beat repeated itself in his head. He grinned when he heard the rattling of the handcuffs that had Zakary bound to the plush leather chair. Office sex really was the best, he was glad that he listened in on a few opinions on the matter.
Zak’s eyes narrowed at the movements, the swaying, the way Miko’s body looked in the shifting shadows that weren’t at all natural, but added to the allusion of danger. Not that he was worried, Uraki wouldn’t hurt him too bad, at least if he cooperated like he was supposed to which was rarely. He didn’t plan on cooperating tonight either, since the fight to finally dominate the ‘god’ was all he could think about, especially with the way his was making that body move.
He wished he could move at the moment, since he could only shift slightly against the cuffs that held his hands and ankles together, and try to will his erection away, especially since he was trying to remind his body that this wasn’t really Miko moving like that, it was someone else trying to seduce him. His body didn’t seem like it wanted to listen, however, Zak happy he couldn’t make a sound, as he would have most likely let out a moan when Uraki lifted the dress a little bit to show some pale skin that was just begging him to come and molest.
“Zakary,” Uraki whispered huskily, gaining his attention back from whatever the other man was thinking about. “I want you to pay attention to me, not whatever that dull brain of yours is thinking about.”
All Zak could do was glare at him, shifting a bit to try to make himself look more intimidating that he really was. Sitting up a little straighter, he looked Uraki in the eye, showing that he wasn’t going to be tempted but just a little skin.
“Well, at least I have your attention now,” Uraki nodded, grinning as a perverse idea became stuck in his head, one that he would gladly do if it meant that he would get his way faster. “And I promise that you will not be disappointed, Zakary. After all, I try very hard not to disappoint my favorite.”
With that, he swiveled his hips a bit, the song going through his head. He cleared his throat, changing his voice to Miko’s, as he knew that would get Zak’s undivided attention, which was what he was aiming for after all. After all, he often said that nothing would be hotter than his mate singing such a perverse song and doing a dance to go along with it. He was half tempted to change his eye color too, but he didn’t feel like being that much of a sadist at the moment. Maybe a little later he would, just to see what kind of results he could get from it. For the moment, he just wanted Zak hornier than hell, so much so that he begged to be taken.
“You…let me violate you,” he started slowly, using his other half’s voice, getting down on the floor on his stomach and lifting the upper half of his body up. “You let me…penetrate you.”
Zak just watched and his fingers were fidgeting to get his hands on the boy before him, legs spread out behind him and the dress slowly sliding up across bare legs. Any hope of willing away a hard on was completely dashed as Uraki slowly made his way across the floor, giving him the seductive look that only Miko’s face could give, although it would have been much better if it was Miko, but he could deal with this. At least for right now. When the other man tried to take him however, there would be a battle, although sometimes Zak thought that Uraki enjoyed winning dominance from him in the first place. Wouldn’t surprise him in the least.
He wasn’t paying attention to the words very much as he watched Uraki slowly come for him, watching him crawl around on the floor like a whore was kind of nice, made him seem at least somewhat submissive, although he knew how fast things could change, especially with his luck. He shivered when Uraki decided he had enough of singing, deciding to instead to crawl up his body instead. The chair creaked as Zak relaxed into it, deciding to just enjoy it while this lasted. Uraki was a skilled lover, there was no denying that, but he rarely gave this much attention. Miko must have been out cold if he was lucky to get ‘spoiled’ like this.
“Oh, but you like being spoiled,” Uraki grinned, sitting with each of his legs around one of Zak’s. “You spoil my counter part all the time, do you not? And it is only out of convenience for me that you fight so diligently when trying to obtain dominance. It would be just horrid of me to abandon such a good pet like you and not show at least a little appreciation.”
Zak smirked, trying to fight the urge to just to struggle out of this to avoid what he knew was coming. He could just struggle enough to flip the chair over, hopefully surprising Uraki enough to make his escape to try to get the damn thing off him, and then come back and who him who really was boss. He stopped his thoughts right there, realizing not for the first time that perhaps he was more screwed up in the head than he thought. That or his pride had enough of a beat down and wanted to just top Uraki at least once in his lifetime, afterlife, whatever the hell he was classified as now.
“Tch, tch tch,” Uraki smiled, one of the creepier smiles Zak ever witnessed. “Such a naughty pet. Do you think that you deserve all this special treatment? Maybe I should just leave you like this, and do whatever I please to get my own completion while you sit there, quiet, and watching. I know how much you hate being teased, Zakary. And how unlucky for you that I am very good at such things. Especially when it comes to those that I take as my partners.”
Slowly, Uraki slid up Zak’s leg, rubbing his erection a bit on his way up, Zak’s head falling back at the feel of it all. He didn’t want that, he wanted Zak to watch him climb on top of him, to watch how his dress kept sliding up his legs, how much more was being reveled to him. With a look, he was able to bring Zak’s gaze back down to him with a short spell, the magic keeping the other’s eyes open enough at least to see him, allowing for blinking since he didn’t want to fuck someone with bloodshot eyes. Plus, it would raise questions from Miko and he didn’t want to explain how that one happened when he was supposed to be looking after the man after all.
Tilting his head to the side, Uraki snapped his fingers, a bit of the restraint that he placed on Zak’s vocal chords dissipating, allowing some sound, but not enough to really talk with. Mostly moaning, since that was what he wanted to hear at the moment. He wanted to hear Zak’s pleasure, know that he was winning in the way he wanted to, and embarrass Zak. The best way to deal with large egos was to humiliate them, even if no one else was really around to hear. Just the fact that he would be able to wear himself down enough for him to do what he wanted was enough for him. Besides, it was like he was uke in every relationship. Miko wasn’t really much of a topper anyway, making a feral grin spread across his face. This was going to be more fun than he originally thought when he came up with this plan.
“Tonight is going to be interesting,” Uraki smiled, licking up Zak’s neck, causing the other to stifle a moan. “Are you not excited?”
Well, if his raging hard on wasn’t an indication, Zak wasn’t sure how else to really to tell Uraki just how excited he really was. Well, his body at least, and at the moment, it felt really nice to just do what his body wanted and get laid. Especially when Uraki rubbed his knee against said hard on, making Zak moan loudly, almost unabashedly.
“That is what I like to hear,” Uraki smiled against Zak’s neck, continuing to press his body flush against his. “Seems like you are learning what I expect Zakary. I am very proud of you right now.”
If he was so God damn proud, he would fucking let him use his damn voice! He shifted his arms a bit, making the handcuffs rattle, hopefully Uraki would get the point. In all honest, he just hoped that he didn’t have to stay like this all night. Do nothing but moan and stay attached to this swivel chair, moan, and just feel himself get ravaged…why didn’t he like this plan again? Sure it was Uraki and all, but it would be a nice change of pace to just sit back, relax, and let someone else do all the work.
“Oh, you will be working Zakary,” Uraki grinned, casually bringing up a hand and playing with a nipple. “Just not in the way that you are used to. After all, sometimes it is nice to have a change of pace, is it not?”
Zak could just grunt in sort of agreement, he just didn’t want the hand to stop toying with him. He idly wondered why he liked this so much, not sure whether to blame Stockholm syndrome or was it that he really was a closet masochist and he just wasn’t telling himself something? Combination of both? Either way, he didn’t hold back the moan when both of Uraki’s hands started to massage his chest, long pointed teeth grazing his neck like they were searching for something, maybe the right point to enter. Didn’t matter much to Zak, as the feelings all combined and went straight to his cock, that he was rubbing against Uraki’s leg.
“Do not dare to cum before I allow you to,” Uraki whispered huskily, sucking on Zak’s earlobe. “It would ruin all the fun I am having trying to drive you absolutely wild. To make you completely mine.”
Not like he could be completely his, since he did belong to Miko too, but maybe that was a given? He wasn’t sure what exactly Uraki was planning on doing exactly, or what he expected him to do, but if it took him away from Miko, there was no way he was going to consent to that. Okay, Uraki was apart of Miko. Great. He accepted this and was closer than before on accepting that he would never top with Uraki, although it didn’t stop him from trying. But he was not going to give up Miko for anyone, not even the one with the contract on his afterlife.
“Oh I would not do something like that to Miko,” Uraki said, pulling back completely, taking in Zak’s glare, the high blush still on his cheeks and the obvious tent in his pants. “And besides, this is like a game, is it not? I make the rules, you simply follow them under your own will or not.”
Zak hated himself, as soon as the whimper left his throat at the loss of contact, he instantly regretted the sound and Uraki’s lecherous grin. That noise was his defeat of this game, he knew it. He had never lost this soon into it before, but knew that it was most likely the fact that this was Miko’s body doing all these things that Miko would never do himself. He didn’t like that Uraki found something that made him hornier than he already was on a regular basis.
“Such a good boy,” Uraki grinned, rather creepily or so Zak thought. He looked at his hand, slowly growing out his claws, and taking perverse pleasure at how wide Zak’s eyes became as he watched it. “Do not worry Zakary. I’ll be gentle.”
Zak almost didn’t want to know what Uraki was talking about, as he had only witnessed those claws when Miko or Uraki were pissed and were rather intent on shredding someone to pieces. He didn’t do anything to either of them to condone the use of claws against him, so a mild curiosity on what they were going to be used for yet also a fear that he wasn’t going to make it to see the sun tomorrow. Although that was a bit far-fetched as Miko would go ballistic on everyone if he were gone, unless that was Uraki’s true intentions.
“Oh, I am not going to end your life like that,” Uraki hummed, flexing his hand. “Besides, I only pamper you because I care, you know that. And you will find out what my claws are for soon enough.”
Uraki softly dragged the pointed edges against the fabric of his shirt, Zak shivering a little at the slight contact, a bit disappointed when the teasing touches didn’t continue past the shirt’s length down to his crotch, where he really would have liked at least some attention. Uraki didn’t seem to be that far into his torture yet, and just glanced at his claws again, grinning.
When the claws came for him again, he was somewhat expecting more of the same treatment, mostly because it was the way Uraki did things. Slow, deliberate, and once giving the satisfaction of knowing a weakness, would use it to his advantage until it bored him and he found something else to do to his victim. Zak snorted at the thought that Uraki was treating sex like he did murder, which again, didn’t really surprise him. The guy was a sadist anyway and he was slowly acquiring masochistic tendencies.
The claws weren’t so gentle this time around, making easy work of the fabric as they tore through it, but not reaching the skin underneath. Uraki glared at the fabric that littered the chair, and almost instantly it was gone, by what means Zak wasn’t sure he wanted to know. At least one of them now had an article of clothing off. The way things were going it would take all night just to undress. Hopefully by then he would have been at least allowed to orgasm once. That would be nice. He would have tried to make a point of it sarcastically, but trying to work around the spell would just be useless and he was sure that it would have either been ignored or he would be too focus on what was happening to him to really say it all anyway.
“Oh how right you are,” Uraki grinned, toying with the hem of Zak’s pants. “Besides, when have I ever left you ‘hanging’ for too long?”
Zak’s breath hitched when the back of Uraki’s hand brushed softly against his crotch, he made a mental note to make sure that these pants were washed, although he had a pretty decent feeling that they would be going the way of his shirt. Not that he minded, he had more pairs at home after all. He watched as the hand pulled away, and Uraki sat up, the weight heavy on his leg and the way the other looked in the dim light made him want to groan, especially with Uraki’s slight rocking, his balls hard to mistake.
“Oh, you like this Zakary,” Uraki grinned. “I would have never pinned you as one for fetishes, but I guess I do that good of a job for you. Besides, is it not expected that one does things for the one he cares for? Especially in cases such as these.”
With a snap of his fingers, the pants were gone, leaving Zak in his boxers, raising an eyebrow. Seems like his pants would be spared being torn for today. He just hoped his boxers were spared too. He didn’t have many as it was, them getting torn and all during missions. All he needed was Uraki to rip them off before sex, although it would allow him to be at least a bit more comfortable.
They were kind of constricting him, especially since he could feel the silk of the other’s boxers against his bare leg, a grin traveling across his face. So the guy liked silk as much as he and Miko did? Not that it really surprised him. Silk was a very nice fabric after all.
“You are thinking too much,” Uraki groaned, rubbing his temple as if to emphasize the point. “Guess I will have to remedy that if I want some peace and quiet.”
Zakary was always such a bother when he didn’t have his voice, but it would have just ruined the mood that he had just tried so hard to create, even the moaning that would surely be coming out of the man’s mouth would be a little distracting, but it was a sound that told Uraki just how good or bad he was doing, and where his little games were often violent, with Zakary there was no malice behind it. Just to express the fear, regret, and primal urges that he never was able to with his previous life. The only one he cared for as much as this was his vessel, but he was one that gained his utmost protection and power. Zakary got the ‘adoration’ part, and he was content with things to stay this way for a very, very long time.
He slowly began to slip out of the dress, he was tired of wearing it and it had served its purpose for the night in getting Zakary agree to a little variation in the way he usually had sex with the man. It was an odd sight, him ‘crawling’ out of the dress as he crawled back up Zak’s body, the garment hanging in midair as he pressed his mostly naked body against Zak’s, erection pressing into the other’s stomach as he felt the other’s below him. He grinned a feral grin, figuring a little more teasing wouldn’t hurt anyone.
“Look how well you have this body trained, Zakary,” Uraki whispered against his ear, making sure to barely touch the other. Make him want his body, yearn for his touch so bad that he pleads with his mind. Make him push his pride aside, these kinds of games were always worth playing. “It begs for you touch now, even if I am the one in control of it. You really have done a number on my vessel, Zakary. It wants me to just give up so very badly to you, but you know me better than to just allow this body to do what it will for its sake.”
Zak tried to arch himself up to try to get more than the fleeting touches Uraki was giving him, feeling frustration building up when he was denied every time by the other leaning away slightly, just enough to make sure that he wouldn’t be able to reach him. This was so frustrating, feeling the handcuffs begin to rub his writs raw from him trying to get free of them. He didn’t want to think of what his ankles were looking like at the moment either, not with the way he kept trying to spread his legs to accommodate them both on the chair. He wanted to just be free of all his bindings, including the spell, so that he would be able to try to offset this one sided battle.
Uraki would have none of it however, still a bit torn on whether or not he wanted Zakary’s ankles free, but he knew for a fact that if he freed the other’s hands at such a crucial moment that his well laid plans would be ruined in a moment. He sat back again, his clawed hand slowly returning to normal, his eyes not leaving the shifting flesh until it was fully formed. He turned his hand over, as if to inspect to make sure that it was formed correctly, tilting his head to the side innocently as he allowed it closer to his face, eyes unfocused and forcing Zak to watch.
A timid tongue poked out, just the very tip touching the middle finger, slowly traveling up it’s length as his head slowly moved up. As if not yet satisfied with the results, he allowed it to travel down to a nipple, playing with it absently as if he never felt the sensations before. Not that he wanted to admit it, but he rather enjoyed the feeling, although he guessed that he got that from Miko who tended to be over sensitive to such ministrations anyway. He shifted on Zak’s leg, head falling back, grinning when he felt Zakary shift in response to him, pretty sure his long hair tickling the bare skin underneath him.
He was tempted to just let out a moan and see how desperate that made him, but he didn’t feel like going into the main course yet. He just shifted slightly again, feeling the other’s gaze more than enough indication that he had gained undivided attention yet again. He liked it when he was able to do that, it would make Zakary so much easier to dominate in the end. He spread his legs as far as he was comfortably able to, showing off his own erection against his boxers. He could feel the heat of Zak’s stare, a grin breaking out his face as he slowly raised himself back up, knowing full well that there was no way that he wasn’t looking at him
“Look how bad you want me,” Uraki said coolly, running one hand down his chest, stomach, and playing with the him of his boxers. The other one helping him hold himself up by gripping the edge of the chair. “Too bad that tonight, I will have you. Although there may be a chance for you to get what you want, if Miko wants to play later that is. But for right now, you are all mine, Zakary.”
Like he didn’t know that already. He didn’t care what happened any more honestly, who topped, who was the bitch, he just wanted sex and he wanted with the man in front of him now. He sighed in frustration, trying to convey that he was letting his pride slip away, although it didn’t seem to work. And with his body under the command not to even cum without permission, he was stuck with a hard on from hell. He watched the hand play with the hem of the boxers, wishing that he would just pull them off and he’d be able to admire that body for what it was worth. Or even if his own trapped erection was allowed freedom, as it was really starting to get painful being trapped and all. Didn’t help that Uraki was being a fucking tease.
“Language,” Uraki hummed, quite pleased with how this was going. “I do not reward foul language Zakary.”
He was rewarded with a glare, one that he quickly dismissed. His toy was getting frustrated, which would make all this taste that much sweeter when he finally granted him release from his torment. He tilted his head to the side for a moment, trying to decide the best course of action. After all, there was a number of things he would be able to do with Zakary all nice and tied down like this, not like he wouldn’t do them while he was unbound, but there was just something about this that added a little something to the air. Anticipation? That could have been it.
He knew what Zakary wanted, although the question remained if he wanted to give it to him just yet, or in the way he wanted. He decided on having a little more fun first, and maybe trying something new. He knew that he was slowly molding Zakary into what he wanted him to be when they were like this, although the ‘training’ was taking much longer than he wanted, but that couldn’t be helped. Miko could be very demanding when it came to the man, not that he didn’t see why. He just was a little disappointed on how little time he had with him compared to his vessel.
Reaching out for Zakary again, he didn’t allow for any other contact but his hand on the other’s breast bone, traveling down to just above the stomach and then right back up. He grinned when he heard Zakary try to stop from moaning at the sensation. He allowed his hand to circle one nipple, and then the other, never quite getting to the intended targets, but kept getting just a little closer with each pass. It was fun to watch him try to arch in such a way to get his fingers closer to them, although Uraki wouldn’t allow him to get that satisfaction. He would give him pleasure when he saw fit, and now was not yet the right time.
“Why are you not begging for me yet,” Uraki asked, toying with a few ideas on what to do next. “You usually are begging by now. Guess I will have to try a little harder.”
He pulled his hand down Zak’s chest, angry red marks being left behind in their wake, but Zak arched into the touch anyway. It was firm, kinda hurt, but passed right over one of his nipples that sent shocks of pleasure through his body. When Uraki did it again, he moaned, although he couldn’t tell if it was pain or pleasure that made him do it. He just wanted this torture to end, and was resolved to get it over as quickly as possible. His body begged him to do something as he rubbed against the silk of his boxers, he could feel a small wet spot growing. Mark another pair of good silk boxers just thrown away.
“Oh, you like that you little masochist,” Uraki grinned. “Seems that I have taught you more than I previously thought. But you know how our little game is played. You get nothing until you beg for me.”
He wasn’t going to beg, he and Uraki both knew that but he guessed it was something the other had to at least try every time they coupled. He often wondered what the hell he did to gain Miko, such a sweet boy, and then this sadistic bastard in one hot package that he wasn’t sure he wanted all of but received anyway. The best his pride would allow was a small whimper when the nails dug deeper into his chest, he could feel a small trickle of blood form from one of the deeper scratch marks. That was something he dreaded.
Uraki grinned, leaning forward and slowly licked up the blood. He never understood why it tasted so sweet when he was in this body. Then again, Miko did often feast on blood, so maybe it was certain nutrients made it taste a certain way? Not that it mattered anyway, he’d do this no matter how bitter or sweet it tasted, just to get Zakary to the edge, of almost teetering over, only to deny him release until he wanted him to have it.
An idea he never had before it him, sitting back up, he wiped his mouth, trying to stop from salivating so much. He would have to make sure Miko fed on someone after this, the poor boy’s body was starving for blood, and sex which was an odd combination he had to admit. Truthfully, he kind of liked it, the idea of having sex and getting blood at the same time. He put that idea away for later, figuring that he didn’t want to try it now, with the game well into play. The next time though, he’d have to try it.
He lightly touched the scratches, poking his nails in slightly deeper, ignoring the twitch of pain Zak had, figuring that he would be filling pleasure soon enough and he needed a way to hold back his orgasm anyway. He looked at the blood that covered his fingers, testing it against his thumb. It was kind of sticky, and didn’t dry as fast as saliva, but it was a bit more sticky. Not that sticky substances were any sort of new revelation during sex, he just wasn’t sure if it would be a good fluid for lubrication. It wasn’t seeming like it, but it was a nice little snack, he had to admit.
“I hope that you have some lubrication Zakary,” Uraki sighed, licking the blood off his fingers. “I do not want to hurt you too badly, and your blood does not suffice I am afraid. And I know for a fact that Miko does not like to carry it around on him and usually depends on you to do something about it.”
He had some, he wasn’t going to tell him that he usually kept some in his office drawer, because when the right time happened, it happened. And with Miko, he never knew when the right time would be, and he just always kept himself prepared in case the kid came waltzing into the office. Sorta like he did earlier, or so he thought until he saw that smile that told him no, that wasn’t Miko that came in to get some sort of paperwork. Although it would be awesome if it was, since he wouldn’t be in this position in the first place.
“You are such an odd man,” Uraki grinned, licking the wound before getting up and snickering to himself when he heard Zakary’s groan. “However, you seem to keep forgetting that I can sift through your mind when your guard is down. It does benefit me this time, so you are forgiven this time. But please, try to give me a challenge next time or I might not be too forgiving.”
Zak leaned back in his chair, not that he could do much else at the moment. He tried to move his hips to get some more friction, but it seemed that Uraki had the thought in his head to at least somehow bind his hips to the chair, so he couldn’t try to get some sort of relief that way. Fucking bastard needed to stop being so smart so that he could at least get some pleasure. Although he didn’t mind the licking. Or the touching. And in the middle of sex he just wanted it to keep going because by that point the world consisted of pleasure.
Pleasure that he desperately wanted at the moment, but he could see he wasn’t going to get at least for awhile. He could hear Uraki rummaging through the drawers, hoping that he cut his finger on a piece of paper or something. Miko’s body or not he was sure the kid could handle a little paper cut, a grin spreading across his face. He could even kiss and make it “better”. That sounded like a plan actually.
“Ah ah ah,” Uraki hummed, still looking for the bottle Zakary insisted was somewhere in his mess of a desk. How he was able to work under such conditions was far beyond him. Giving Zakary the benefit of the doubt, he looked through yet another drawer full of miscellaneous papers to try to find the small tube. He really hoped he didn’t have to use salvia. It wasn’t his first choice. “You know better than to think about him during our time together. It just gets you all wiled up and ready to fight for dominance that you are not going to get.”
Zak wished he could talk right now, as it felt like a good five minutes since Uraki started the search for the bottle. He just wanted some sort of touch, some sort of stimulation, and was just stewing here, waiting for something to happen. It was in the top fucking drawer in the god damn center of the fucking desk. Really, not that hard to get to, easy to open, and just right fucking there in plain sight.
He knew he’d get berated again for his attitude, but this was ridiculous! He usually wasn’t put through this much torture by the other man! It was driving him crazy! He sort of wished that Miko would wake up and force Uraki to take a back seat, free him and they could have hot office sex the way it should be done. Mostly with him on top, Miko whining beneath him, maybe he should stop being so rebellious, he didn’t want to prolong this anymore than he had to.
Uraki on the other hand was quite enjoying himself, listening half heartedly to Zakary’s inner commentary and completely ignoring the location of the little tube. Not that he didn’t want to do anything, quite the contrary. However, the more anticipation that he allowed to build up, the better the whole experience would be for the both of them, or so he heard. He just wanted to test that after all, nothing wrong with that in the least. At least, not to him.
He finally reached the door that Zakary was telling him to go to, and it really was right out in the open. He hoped that Miko never had to go through this mess of an office and find it. Not that the other didn’t see it before, it was just something that he didn’t need to happen. The slightest things usually sent him off into a spiral down the horrors he had witnessed in his lifetime. No matter how much he tried, there were just some memories that he refused to let go of, let him take care of.
“You need to clean up your office, Zakary,” Uraki hummed, slowly making his way back to the chair, slipping off his boxers in the process. “It is very unseemly for such a place to be so disorganized. Especially with such an important job like your own. It would help out little Miko as well. Please be at least considerate enough to want to help him out.”
Zak, however wasn’t paying attention to whatever Uraki was trying to tell him. Clean? Clean what? Where was the syrup at and why wasn’t he having fun spreading along that naked chest? Did he want him to clean that cock that looked like it was kinda lonely? Oh he could clean that easily. He just needed to get the fuck out of this chair!
Uraki hummed, looking at the little tube absently, much more intent on perhaps teasing Zakary a little more. Maybe he would even get the other to beg him for some sort of stimulation this time. Although he doubted that he would ever get that little piece of pride that Zakary held onto. One that he wasn’t too sure he was ready to pull away, mostly since it was what made this game so much fun.
He swayed his hips as he walked, he knew exactly where Zakary’s eyes were focused on, mostly since he could feel the heat of his gaze more than him trying to figure out that clouded mind. He didn’t want to think that far, he had Zakary’s attention which was enough for the moment. One day, he would have Zakary trained to be able to do everything so efficiently, the way he wanted him molded, but Rome wasn’t built in a day. He had all the time in eternity to make that happen, although it might have to take that long for it to come into any fruitarian.
“Do you like what you see,” Uraki asked, running the hand not holding the lube up his chest. “I fear I am not as elegant as my counterpart, however, I think I know enough of this body to make it appeal to you.”
Like the erection that was just begging for him to toy with? Zak knew for a fact that Uraki was playing with him, but he didn’t have any other choice but to be played. After all, he was the one bound this time, looking with wanton eyes and traitor body that wanted any kind of sex it could get. He wished he was free, his boxers not really doing anything but constricting him, which was getting kind of uncomfortable. He was tempted to beg for them to be taken off, but he was sure that they would be taken off in due time anyway. Had to have them off if he was going to have proper sex after all.
“So very true, you are a bit overdressed,” Uraki observed, looking at Zak’s face, running a hand through his hair, grinning when his head went back, exposing his neck to him. “Look how good you are being right now, Zakary. That deserves a reward.”
He felt the spell that held his hips in place disappear, his body taking the newfound freedom to try to cause friction between the boxers, whimpering when the boxers were taken away, his cock finally free and begging for some sort of attention. He groaned, trying to move his hips, his hands, his legs, anything to try to get himself to any sort of orgasm. And with Miko…no Uraki there, teasing his neck with his tongue, the need just kept getting greater. But he would not beg, because begging would mean that he admitted all defeat and there was no way that he’d allow himself to do that.
“Sexy,” Uraki hummed, once again moving away from him. Sitting on the floor, he motioned his finger for Zakary to come to him, the handcuffs all instantly dropping off and Zakary coming to him like a zombie, not able to really move on his own free will. “There is a good boy. Look at how graceful you are, even with your ankles rubbed raw. A very nice contrast on your skin, although I advise you to come up with a convincing story so that Miko does not get worried.”
Zak snorted at that comment, not even resisting the spell, figuring it would hurt less if he just let Uraki take him wherever, and it seemed to work just fine. He felt the spell sort of ‘fall off’ his body, it was a rather odd feeling, like something just sort of fell off. Like an extra layer of skin or something. Didn’t matter, it allowed him free movement again! Although his attention was brought swiftly to Uraki who was still sitting on the floor, legs spread out and slowly applying lube to his cock, running a hand up and down. It was taking all of Zak’s control to not just try to take advantage over the situation and try to pin Uraki down. The two other times he had done that, well, he was lucky he was still breathing.
“I am glad that you will not try that little stunt again,” Uraki said, tempted to make Zak crawl over to him, much like he had done earlier. “At least you can be taught. Not come here. We need to get you prepared or else this is going to hurt for you.”
Zak snorted at the command, now that he could move on his own will, he didn’t feel the need to have to listen to Uraki. He could just sit in his chair, and jerk himself off with no problem now, although he knew Uraki would stop him before that, but that was on the list that he could do now, which was enough for the moment. He turned around, intent on getting back to the chair, when he found himself stopping, and not able to move. Took the other a little longer than he thought it would to freeze him up again.
“How many times are we going to go through this, Zakary,” Uraki sighed, getting up and walking over to where Zakary was standing. “ You will not win against me, there is no way to. When will you just give into me? It would make things so much easier for the both of us.”
Zak snorted at that, he wouldn’t do that, not willingly at least. Not even if he sounded like Miko, pleading like Miko….okay maybe there was a way but he wasn’t going to do it right now. He was distracted by feather-light kisses on his back, shivering when Uraki brought up a hand around his front and toyed with a nipple again. Maybe this time he could just lose himself in the sensations, hopefully they didn’t stop because right now, he really didn’t want to think.
“Is that your wish,” Uraki hummed huskily. “I think I can arrange that for you.”
He wanted to make sure Uraki didn’t wipe his brain, and gave him a glare that told him not to be sarcastic as he was. After all, Uraki was not in the position he was in, not that he could ever envision anyone being able to take the self acclaimed god. However, he didn’t want to lose everything because he wasn’t ‘being a good boy’ or ‘wouldn’t bend to his will’. He shivered again when he felt long fingers slowly make their way down towards his cock, which twitched in hopes that it might finally get to see some action.
“Not yet,” Uraki hummed, grinding against Zakary’s ass. “You can be so much more aroused, I know you can. After all, I am the one who knows this body better than you do.”
Like he needed to be reminded of that, he thought as he moaned loudly. He was often told that he would never know his body’s limits because he wouldn’t just give into whatever Uraki wanted, not that he really wanted to. Sure, the guy gave him an afterlife and all, but he would have just been happy with just him and Miko. Fucking third parties and their need to interrupt a perfectly good thing.
“You like this and you know it,” Uraki replied, slicking up a finger. “Besides, if it was not so pleasurable, do you think Miko would allow himself to be involved as much as you two engage in this? You just have to learn to like it, Zakary.”
He felt the appendage circle around his ass, the hole twitching in response. Zak was a little angry at his body for reacting right away, but a surge of wanton made him relax that allowed Uraki’s finger to go in without much resistance. It was always the oddest feeling in the world for him, to have something up his ass, with the intent that something larger was going to be up there soon. And the fact that he had a prostate to enjoy it confused him more. Didn’t he say that he wanted to stop thinking?
“Oh but I love your thoughts, Zakary,” Uraki said, pushing another finger in, grinning when he felt that muscles squeeze him. “They are always so entertaining. Although I think I do like them better a little more quiet, and focused on me.”
Focused? He was focused entirely on the fingers slowly spreading him, and the third one was introduced, making him moan, and loudly. He hated that this felt so good, but that was thinking, not just enjoying the sensations. He felt his body being pushed and pulled, until Uraki had him in the position he wanted. On his back, legs spread apart, and looking down at him.
“You look very nice, Zakary,” Uraki observed, taking a chance and giving the other man’s erection a quick lick, that sent Zak’s eyes into the back of his skull. “And you are being so good right now. Do not worry, soon, you will feel the pleasure that you missed out on your last life, and what you will never forget in this one.”
He whimpered rather loudly when the fingers were withdrawn, although he felt the other’s erection pressed against his ass. He was impatient, and he couldn’t move his hips, so he couldn’t just welcome the organ into him. Fucking tease. He felt it rub against it, shuddering at the feeling, wishing he wasn’t being teased like he had nothing better to do that night. Not like he did, this was about it. He needed to get a night life, or something like that.
“Is this not enough,” Uraki whispered, rubbing his erection against the hole again, causing Zakary to moan in want. “Maybe I should just get up and leave you here as a lesson.”
He wanted to scream in frustration about then, the glare he gave wasn’t enough harsh enough. His thoughts were sex focused and this bastard tried to just blow him off! He finally got him in this position and he was just going to leave him hanging like this! Especially since before he bragged on how he didn’t leave him hanging! So he wouldn’t beg, it wasn’t like he was fighting very hard against the spells either! For the love of any god that would listen to him, what was Uraki’s problem?!?
“I have a lot of them,” Uraki laughed, pushing in harshly, enjoying the feeling of Zak’s body trying to reject him.
All Zak could think of was finally. The spell he was under released, except for the one on his voice, but that really didn’t matter at this point. He relaxed as much as he could, closing his eyes trying to allow the rest of Uraki inside of him. The fast this was over with, the faster things would get back to normal. And Miko would wake up, all hazy, and they would make love in the morning, and everything would be the way it should be.
When Uraki finally moved a little, Zak relaxed his body to try to make sure he didn’t feel as much pain as he felt when Uraki decided to just push into him. He could feel the swelling head still in him, moaning when the rest was shoved in, and then slowly taken back out. His hands twitched as he gripped the carpet, his hips following Uraki’s movements. He wanted more stimulation than that, so much more.
Uraki himself grinned at Zakary’s thoughts went from one thing to another, before focusing on finding the prostate. He knew how much Miko enjoyed it, and he had witnessed how much Zakary liked and responded to it. He angled Zak’s hips a little, and tried a few shallow thrusts. He waited until he found it, he could tell by Zakary’s moaning and shivering that he had done something right, and was determined to just keep on thrusting in that direction, and was rewarded with Zakary’s complaining stopping, and just the thoughts of ‘more’, ‘harder’, and ‘faster’ repeating in his mind. He was such a good boy.
Zak himself threw caution to the wind and just enjoyed the sensations that were going through his body, finally getting what he wanted. He could feel the heat begin to coil in his stomach, knew that he wasn’t going to be able to last much longer. But it felt so good, he didn’t really want it to stop just yet, but Uraki just kept pounding into him like a maniac and that sure as hell wasn’t helping him.
He kept trying to hold back, he didn’t want to be punished by cumming early. He didn’t want to deal with any punishment the next time or even that night. He was trying to hold back, but he couldn’t seem to get a grip on his body has his hips went down to meet Uraki’s. He hoped he was allowed to just let his body do whatever it wanted soon, because if not, it was going to do it anyway.
Uraki himself was close, this body wasn’t trained to be very stimulated for very long, and by the looks of the high blush on Zakary’s cheeks and his quickened breaths, he was almost ready to pop himself. He gave one good thrust, moaning at the feeling of the squeeze he received from Zakary. Such a good boy, trying to get him into completion along with him. Such a good, good boy sometimes.
“Come,” Uraki demanded. “Now.”
Zakary didn’t need to be told twice, letting his body finally release all the tension that it had accumulated. He squeezed Uraki hard when he came, he could feel the other’s cum coating his insides, which made him moan. At least they didn’t drag this out unlike the last time. He passed out the last time as he came, it wasn’t the best experience in his opinion.
Uraki grinned down at him, watching Zakary’s eyes slowly open in post-orgasmic bliss, pulling out slowly and earning him a long groan in response. He had to admit, he wished he had more time with him, if only to see this face more often, the one that didn’t so readily defy or accept him, but just existed somewhere in between.
“I hate you,” Zak croaked, his voice finally given back to him.
“I bet you do.”
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