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Ushijima was a patient man. Really, he was. He didn’t mind being taken to a gay bar to celebrate Semi’s 25th birthday, even if the music was loud and the flashing lights hurt his head. He didn’t mind being left alone at the bar nursing a pint of beer while his friends danced. 

He did, however, mind watching his boyfriend dance with a random man while he ran his hands all over Satori’s body. 

He narrowed his eyes as he watched Tendou and the man grind to the blaring music. Hands wandered over Satori’s torso and down his slim waist as he pulled them closer together.  Wakatoshi’s jaw tightened when Satori wrapped his arms around the strangers midsection, his fingers toying with the hem of the man’s shirt. The final straw was when the man leaned in and said something into Tendou’s ear, making him dip his head into the stranger’s neck in laughter. Ushijima quickly finished his beer and wove his way through the sweaty crowd until he reached Tendou. 

“Toshi!” The redhead grinned when he saw him. He pulled away from the man and slung an arm around Wakatoshi’s shoulders. Wakatoshi slipped an arm around his waist and pulled him closer to his chest. “Sorry, looks like he wants to dance after all. Thank you though.” Satori said to the boy with a small wave. The boy waved back and slipped away into the crowd. “Hey, baby.” He put a hand on Wakatoshi’s cheek, his smile softening. 

“We should go,” he said. 

“Aw, why?” Satori slid his arms around the brunet’s neck and forced him to sway to the music. “I know Reon disappeared to somewhere and Semi and Shirabu are doing something in the bathroom, either drugs or fucking I assume, but they’ll be back in a few.” He giggled. 

“Please, Satori?” He squeezed Tendou’s hips. The song changed to something slower. 

“Fine. We should at least say goodbye to the others, so dance with me until they get back?” He smiled and pulled him further into the crowd. Wakatoshi sighed softly and took one of Tendou’s cold hands into his own warm one as they danced. His steps were clumsy compared to Satori’s and the music was giving him a headache but then the redhead tucked his face into his neck, so it was perfect. The two danced to a few more songs before Semi and Shirabu reappeared. 

“Ushi!” Semi slurred and stumbled in between the two. 

“You got him on the dance floor.” Shirabu said after he crashed into the other three men. 

“What the fuck did you take ?” Tendou snickered as he held Semi up. 

“We did some fuckin’ rails.” Semi grinned. He twisted his shaky hands in Satori’s shirt and sagged into Wakatoshi’s chest. “You fuckin’ missed out, Tori.” 

“Your nose is bleeding and I don’t do stimulants.” 

“Oh, shit.” He pinched his nose and tilted his head back. Wakatoshi pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it to the man. “Thanks. Have you seen Ohira?” 

“Not recently.” Wakatoshi said, unsure of who Semi was talking too. “Satori and I are going to leave, so I suggest you find him.” 

“Also I gave Reon your keys so finding him might be important,” Satori added. 

“Why?” Semi groaned. 

“For fun.” Satori grinned. Semi glared at him. “Text me tomorrow, SemiSmei, I hope you had a good birthday.” He cupped Semi’s jaw and leaned down to kiss his forehead. 

“Why do you let him treat me like this, Wakatoshi?” Semi smiled. 

“I am very tired,” Ushijima replied. 

“Fair.” Semi nodded. “Thanks for coming, It was fun.” He grinned and hugged the two men. “I’ll give you your handkerchief back after I wash it,” he said. Wakatoshi wrinkled his nose at the blood soaked cloth.

“Keep it,” he replied. 

“Bye Kenjiro, bye SemiSemi!” Tendou yelled as Wakatoshi pulled him away from them. The two waved back. 

“What happened?” Satori asked when they got home, rubbing his eyes after dozing off during the Uber ride. 

“What do you mean?” Wakatoshi asked as he unlaced his boots in the doorway. 

“You’re acting weird. Did I do something?” He leaned against the door and frowned.

“No, that man you were dancing with. I didn’t like seeing his hands all over you.” He narrowed his eyes. 

“Maybe you should have gotten on the dancefloor sooner,” Satori said. Wakatoshi scowled. He stood up and placed a hand on the door next to Satori’s head, leaning in close to him. Tendou’s pupils were blown wide and his chapped lips were parted slightly. Warm puffs of breath that smelled like alcohol and strawberries washed over his face as Satori panted softly. 

“Do not tease me, Satori,” he said. 

“Or what?” A smug smile spread across his face. 

“I will reprimand you, pet.” He grabbed Tendou’s chin with a large hand. 

“Scary,” Satori replied, and rolled his eyes. “Anyway, I’m tired and I’m going to bed, let’s continue this in the morning.” He slipped away from Ushijima and slapped his ass while he walked away. Wakatoshi snorted and followed him to bed. 

“You should do it, by the way. Reprimand me. I’m not doing anything tomorrow and I could do with a little punishment. We haven’t done anything like that in a while and I miss it.” Satori said sleepily as he shifted around in bed, trying to get comfortable. “Call me a whore for dancing on another man or something like that.” 

“Okay, love.” Wakatoshi said. 

~*~

Wakatoshi leaned against the kitchen counter, drinking coffee while he waited for Satori to wake up. A collar, a leash, a length of red rope, and a few more toys were already laid out on the counter. The collar was made of thick black leather and had a red tag attached to a D-ring that read ‘Tendou Satori’ on one side and ‘Property of Ushijima Wakatoshi’ on the other. Wakatoshi was dressed in a white collared shirt and dress pants in preparation for that day’s scene. He dragged a hand through his fluffy hair, making a minimal effort to tame it, knowing Satori would ruin it the minute he got the chance. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, planning each strike he would lay against Satori’s pale skin. 

“Morning, cheri .” Tendou yawned as he walked into the kitchen, interrupting Wakatoshi’s planning. “Ooo, you made coffee.” He smiled sleepily and dropped into a chair, accidentally kicking the dog bowl that was on their floor and muttering a curse in French. Wakatoshi chuckled and poured him a cup, adding Satori’s preferred amount of cream and chocolate syrup. “ Merci .” 

“Paris has taken a toll on your language.” Wakatoshi said as he handed them the mug. 

“ Casse-toi ,” Satori replied. 

“Naughty boy.” He ran his knuckles down Satori’s jaw and lifted his chin with two fingers. “Do you still want me to punish you today, love?”

“Yes,” he replied, his eyes flicking over to the gear on the counter. 

“Okay. First you have to eat breakfast.” 

“Fine.” Satori wrinkled his nose, but accepted the toast with strawberry jam and the half an orange that Wakatoshi gave him. 

Wakatoshi listened to Satori talk about his current favorite manga while they ate, mentally preparing himself to spend the next few hours in his Dom headspace. He stood up and walked over to the toys on the counter. “Are you ready to get started, pet?” Satori nodded while he chugged the rest of his coffee. “What are your safewords?”

“Green for go, yellow for pause, heh, paws, like dogs paws and I’m-”

“Satori.” Wakatoshi sighed and rubbed his temples.

“Sorry, red to stop,” he finished. “Why do we do that every time?”

“I don’t want to hurt you, love,” he replied gently. “Now, take off your clothes and kneel for me, puppy.” He watched intently while Satori pulled his sweatshirt over his head, revealing his lean muscles. A scar ran under each pec with a thin line leading up to his pink nipples, both of which were pierced with a silver ring. Then he stood up and hooked his fingers in his boxers waistband. He pushed them down his bony hips and long legs, revealing the dark hair that hid his cunt. Ushijima licked his lips as he dragged his eyes down Satori’s naked body.

“See something you like, Toshi?” Satori smirked and stepped toward him. He wrapped his arms around Wakatoshi’s neck and leaned in to kiss him. Satori’s chapped lips were surprisingly soft against his own as they kissed. 

Wakatoshi pulled away and pinched one of Satori’s nipples, making him gasp. “I said kneel, pet,” he said. Satori complied quickly. He sat back on his heels and spread his slim thighs, his hands resting on the floor between his legs. Wakatoshi picked up the collar and wrapped it around Satori’s neck, buckling in the back. He slipped two fingers between his throat and the leather to make sure it was safe. “What a pretty puppy.” He mumbled and brushed red hair off Satori’s forehead. “You’ll look better when you’re crying.” He raised his left hand and swiftly backhanded him across the cheek. Satori yelped and raised a hand to the red mark. Wakatoshi sneered and picked up a thick, red vibrator. 

“This is going to be a rough day for me, isn’t it?” Satori snickered, still holding his cheek. 

“Of course, pet.” He stroked his red hair gently for a brief moment. “Now open your mouth.” Satori obeyed, his pink tongue lolling out of his mouth like an eager dog. Wakatoshi grabbed his jaw and slid the toy into his mouth. Satori sucked at it, covering it in saliva as it was pressed further past his lips. He gagged slightly as the toy slid down his throat. He panted as the toy was fucked in and out of his mouth, tears welling up in his eyes from the stretch in his jaw. Drool dripped down his chin and pooled in Wakatoshi’s hand. He cringed at the wetness, but powered through the unpleasant feeling to give Satori what he wanted. A moment later, he pulled the toy out of Satori’s mouth and wiped his hand off on his red hair. 

“Listen, I know my hair is kinda greasy but you don’t have to make it even grosser,” Satori pouted. 

“Too bad.” Wakatoshi said as he squatted down in front of him. “Lie down so I can fill your tight little hole.” He said. 

“But the floor is cold and I am very naked.” 

“You should have thought about that before you started acting like a whore last night, puppy.” He put his hand on Satori’s chest and pushed him backwards onto the linoleum. Satori’s legs splayed open, exposing his flushed cunt. Light glinted off the silver ring that was pierced through his hard cock. Wakatoshi had never understood the decision but appreciated the way it looked and the way Satori reacted when he toyed with it. He dragged a large hand down Satori’s torso, admiring each lithe muscle and sharp line. He rested the heel of his hand over his hole and pulled at his clit piercing with two fingers. He watched Satori’s chest rise and fall quickly as he panted. “Let me hear all your pathetic little noises. Satori.” His thumb pressed against his hole, slowly rubbing the wet heat. 

Satori’s head fell back with a soft moan. “Fuck, Toshi, more.” 

“That’s not what you call me, pet.” He said as he pushed his thumb into the hole. 

“Ushijima-san, please.” His hips twitched under Wakatoshi’s hand. 

“You’re so desperate, little toy.” His eyes were trained on the tight hole stretching around his finger. “But if you think you’re going to cum anytime soon, you’re dumber than I thought.” He smiled sadistically. 

“Tch, so mean!” Satori said. Wakatoshi responded by pressing the vibrator into his cunt alongside his thumb. “A-ah, fu-uck.” He stuttered as the thick toy stretched him out even more. His fists clenched tighter the more the toy pressed into him. Little whimpers spilled out of his lips and his eyes fluttered shut. “Ushijima-s-san, it-it, ngk.” 

“Christ, Satori, I’ve barely done anything to you and you’re already too fucked out to talk,” he scoffed, lightheartedly. He studied each one of Satori’s movements as he slid the toy in further. The way his thighs twitched and abs clenched was almost as intoxicating as the wrinkle in his eyebrow and the soft part of his pink lips. Wakatoshi couldn’t help but lean in and kiss him. Satori tasted sweet from his morning coffee and toast, if not vaguely of silicone from sucking on the toy. He licked up Satori’s moans and he fucked his tight cunt with the vibrator. Eventually he pulled back and grabbed the length of rope off the counter. He wrapped the rope around Satori’s thin waist, then his pale thighs, and over his hips again, before tying what Satori called a ‘pleasure knot’ and placing it over his clit. Satori lifted his hips so he could tie the end to the bite.  “How does that feel, puppy?” He asked while he clipped a leash to Satori’s collar. 

“G-good.” Satori said, grinding his cunt against the red rope.

“For now.” Wakatoshi smirked. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened the app that controlled the vibrator. 

“Oh fuck!” Satori gasped and arched his back when the vibrator sprung to life. “Ushi- I, ah, Ushijima-san.” 

“What do you want, pet?” Wakatoshi asked. Satori’s response was unintelligible. Too caught up in the vibrator shaking his lower half and the rope that rubbed against his cock to formulate a full thought. Wakatoshi turned down the vibrator so he could get Satori’s attention. He tugged on the leash, forcing Satori back into a sitting position. “Puppy, I need you to pay attention to me.”

“Not my strong suit,” Satori muttered. 

“You pay attention to my cock just fine, pretty slut.” He pulled on the leash until Satori fell toward his crotch. His nose brushed against the front of his dress pants so he mouthed at the hard cock through the fabric. Wakatoshi scoffed. “Bad dog.” He pulled Satori away from his cock. “I didn’t give you permission to do that.” Satori looked up at him with wide eyes, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. “I have another toy for you if you want it.” He held up thick leather cuffs that would attach to the wearers thighs and wrists with a chain connecting the two. 

“Yes, please, Ushijima-san.” He nodded, a smile creeping across his face. He shifted so he was sitting on his knees. 

“Good.” He knelt down so he could buckle the cuffs to his soft thighs and thin wrists. 

“I guess we’re gonna do this on the kitchen floor.” Satori snickered while he pulled at the chain. Wakatoshi noticed a breathiness in his voice that wasn’t normally there. 

“You can crawl.” Ushijima said while he buckled the other side. 

“Oh, it’s that kind of scene?” He grinned. Wakatoshi chuckled and slipped his two fingers between the cuffs and Satori’s skin.

“Yes.” He stood up and turned the vibrator back up. “It’s that kind of scene.”

“F-fuck.” Satori moaned and rolled his hips down onto the toy, his back going rigid and his thighs flexing. 

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He smirked as he watched the way Satori’s face contorted in pleasure. He picked up a riding crop and titled Satori’s chin up with the end of it. “Does that feel good?” He felt a sadistic rush as Satori realized what the riding crop meant for him. Wakatoshi turned down the vibrator to an irritating buzz, low enough that it wouldn’t bring Satori any real satisfaction, but high enough that it made him whine for more. “I asked you a question, pet.”

“Yes,” Satori squeezed his thighs together as he searched for more stimulation, “Ushijima-san,” he added quickly. Wakatoshi nodded, sliding the leather tip of the crop down Satori’s torso. He used it to nudge his thighs apart and slipped it under the rope that covered his wet cunt before pressing on the base of the toy, making Satori’s shoulders shake. 

“Are you ready for your punishment?” He purred, tapping the knot over his clit with the crop.

Tendou hissed. His fists clenched. “Yes, sir.” 

“Good.” Wakatoshi smirked.  “Can you count for me, Satori?” Tendou nodded, clenching his jaw and stealing himself for the coming lashes. Wakatoshi raised his hand and flicked his wrist. The crop snapped against Satori’s chest.

“Shit!” He gasped. The chains at his sides clinked together as he tried to cover himself. “One.” Wakatoshi flicked his wrist again, hitting just above his nipple. 

“F-fuck.” He flinched before adding a soft ‘two’. His eyes were half closed and unfocused as he waited for another strike. 

“Come on, that was only the second strike, puppy.” He grinned and landed another strike on Satori’s pec, eliciting a moan. 

“Three.” 

Each snap of his wrist hit harder, landing on Satori’s chest, abs, and back. Every strike left an angry red mark in their wake. Small droplets of blood welled up in some of the harder hits. Wakatoshi noted the way Satori started to sniffle as the number of hits climbed and how his eyes got red and glossy. 

Wakatoshi stopped at 15. Red welts marred Satori’s chest, abs, and shoulders. The mop of red hair hung forward and his shoulders were hunched. Satori exhaled and crumpled in on himself when Wakatoshi set down the crop. Stray tears rolled down his pink cheeks and his lean body trembled. “Say thank you, pet.” 

“Th-thank you,” he stuttered weakly. “Ushijima-san.” 

“Good boy.” He crouched down and rested his hand on his cheek. Satori leaned into the gentle touch, whimpering when Wakatoshi’s palm pressed into the slowly forming bruise. “What’s your color, Satori?”

“Green.” Wakatoshi hummed and pulled him into a soft kiss. When he pulled away, he turned the vibrator back up. “Shittt,” he moaned, falling into Wakatoshi’s shoulder. He tried to grab at Wakatoshi, but the cuffs kept his hands a few inches from his thighs. “Please,” he whined. 

“What do you want, pretty puppy?” He pushed Satori off his shoulder so they were looking at each other. 

“Fuck me,” he replied. “Ushijima-san, please.” 

“Only because you asked nicely, pet.” He brushed sweaty hair off Satori’s forehead. “Your pussy is already full, so I’ll let you choose if you want me to take your ass or mouth.” 

“Mouth,” he sighed. Wakatoshi stood up and unbuckled his belt. Satori seemed to perk up when he pulled his pants and briefs around his thighs. He opened his mouth and Wakatoshi slid his cock into the wet hole. His head fell back and he let out a soft moan as Satori licked at the tip, sucking lightly.

“Fuckk, puppy.” He tangled a hand in his red hair and pulled him further down on his cock, ignoring his small gags. He loosened his grip on Satori’s hair, letting him eagerly suck him off. The redhead looked up at him with watery eyes. When he blinked, tears rolled down his red cheeks and mixed with the drool that was running down his chin. “Messy slut,” he purred. “Such a good little cocksucker.” Satori did his best to smile around the cock that was down his throat. Wakatoshi noticed the skin on his pink lips had split and a trace amount of blood had smeared over his cock. Something about that egged him on and he pushed his hips against Satori’s face, shoving his cock deep into his tight throat, over and over. “God, pet, y-your throat.” He panted “-’m gonna fill it with my cum.”

 Satori’s eyes closed and his jaw went slack while Wakatoshi fucked his face. He desperately humps his hips against the rope that slid through his cunt, the knot rubbing against his sensitive clit. The vibrator made his thighs feel like jello as it buzzed against his g-spot. He tried to moan around Ushijima’s cock, but it came out more of a pathetic whimper. The vibration of his noises made Wakatoshi groan and grab his head so he could brutally fuck his throat. Tears streamed steadily down Satori’s cheeks and saliva was dripping down Wakatoshi’s balls. 

He pulled Satori all the way down on his cock when he felt his orgasam approach. “Be a good whore and swallow it all,” he snarled as he came down Satori’s throat. Satori’s eyes squeezed shut and his eyebrows scrunched up, a muffled sob escaping him. Wakatoshi held him down after he finished until he regained some of his composure. He slowly pulled out Satori’s throat, leaving him panting. After coughing a few times, Satori tried to say something, but the only sound that came out was a small wheeze. “Do you need water?” He asked while he tucked his dick back into his pants. Tendou nodded. Wakatoshi filled up a water bottle and let Satori drink out of it like how one would feed a calf. He carded a hand through his red hair while he sucked at the nozzle. When he pulled away, a dribble of water splashed down his chest, making him flinch. “Better?” Satori nodded. 

“I think I’m gonna die getting skull fucked like that,” he rasped. 

“You take it like such a good slut,” Wakatoshi chuckled. Satori preened, his hazy red eyes met Wakatoshi’s green ones for a brief moment. “Do you want to watch a movie, pretty toy? You took your punishment so well, I believe you deserve a reward.” Satori nodded, smiling at the praise. Wakatoshi crouched down and unbuckled the cuffs on his wrist. He wrapped the leash around his knuckles and tugged lightly. “Heel.” He commanded. Satori crawled next to him, his shoulder brushing against Wakatoshi’s thigh. He sat dutifully at his feet when Wakatoshi sat down on the couch. “Good boy.” He nodded in approval and scratched behind Satori’s ear. Satori smiled and let his tongue lol out of his mouth. “What should we watch, puppy?” 

“Something that I don’t have to pay attention to.” Satori mumbled and rubbed his cheek on Wakatoshi’s knee. 

“Okay, pet.” Wakatoshi scratched him again. He picked a movie about a boy who had to go on a long journey with his friends to get rid of a birthday gift from his uncle that he had seen a hundred times before. “Come here, puppy.” He patted his lap. Satori climbed onto the couch and nestled himself between Wakatoshi’s thighs. He tucked his face into his neck, moaning softly when a warm hand cupped his crotch. Wakatoshi pushed the rope over his clit to the side and pulled lightly on the piercing. 

“Toshi,” Satori sighed. “C-can I cum.” He asked tentatively. 

“No,” Wakatoshi replied. “Especially if you’re not going to address me properly, pet.”  He smacked Satori’s pussy lightly. Satori writhed in his lap, a small whine escaping his lips. 

“‘M sorry, Ushijima-san,” he said. His voice was unusually quiet and needy. Wakatoshi loved it. He pressed on the base of the vibrator, making more sweet noises spill out of Satori’s mouth and wetness out of his cunt. 

“It’s okay, pretty puppy. I’ll let you come when the movie’s over.” He stroked Satori’s small cock. 

“This movie is three fuckin’ hours long,” Satori whined. “I need to cum.” He rolled his hips against Wakatoshi’s hand. 

“You won’t get anywhere by acting like that, pet.” He turned the toy off and slid it out of his hole. Satori protested weakly. A few drops of slick rolled down the red silicone and onto Wakatoshi’s fingers. He frowned and set it on the glass side table. “Watch the movie, puppy.” He nipped the shell of Satori’s ear. He redid the cuffs around his wrists and unclipped the leash from his collar, rolling it up and setting it next to the vibrator

The two watched for a bit. When Satori started squirming, Wakatoshi asked, “how do you feel, Satori?”

“Good. Tired. Horny as shit.” He smirked and nuzzled at Wakatoshi’s neck. 

“Hm. What a perfect little toy.” He pressed two fingers into his sopping hole. “I should fill your little pussy with my cum. Breed you like a dog.” 

“Please. Please fuck me.” He squeezed his thighs together. “Ushijima-san, bre-breed me.” Wakatoshi replied by pushing him forward so his chest was against the couch and his hips were in the air. With a few pulls, he released the rope around his body and tossed it to the ground. 

He leaned over Satori’s back and purred into his ear, “If you insist, pet.” 

“I do,” Satori replied. Wakatoshi slid his fingers through his dripping folds, brushing against his cock. He pushed his fingers into his hole and stretched it open. “Ah-ngk, Ushijima-san,” he whined. “Need your cock. Please.” His voice was tiny and filled with desperation. Wakatoshi leaned back and watched Satori’s hole stretch around his thick cock. “F-fuck, Toshi, it hurts.” He whined. Drool leaked out of the corner of his mouth and left a wet patch on the couch. Wakatoshi slowly pushed further into him, moaning slowly. He used a hand to spread open his cunt. Wetness seeped over his dick and spilled down Satori’s slender thighs. 

Wakatoshi growled as he slid fully into his cunt. “Fuck, pup, your pussy is so perfect.” He pressed his face into Satori’s bare shoulder and bit down on his soft skin. “Such a good little hole for me to breed.” 

“Ushi-gah-fuck. S-so big,” he slurred. Wakatoshi rolled his hips, fucking deep into him. He glanced up at the screen and pulled Satori back into his lap, fully seated on his dick. Tendou yelped. 

“Be a good cockwarmer and don’t move for me,” he said. 

“Wha-?” Satori’s head fell back to rest on his shoulder. 

“We still have half a movie left, puppy.” 

“You fucking dick ,” he breathed. 

“Naughty boy.” He pinched one of his nipples between blunt nails, making Satori hiss. His fingers dragged over the purple whip marks on his chest, relishing the way it made him squirm. “Don’t make me punish you again, Satori.” One of Satori’s hands squeezed his clothed thigh. 

“Fine. Why are you still wearing clothes?” He asked.

“I’m not a cheap whore.” 

Satori scoffed. “Mean, Ushiwaka.” Wakatoshi thrust up into him a few times, making his eyes roll back into his head. “Ah-h, shit.” He clenched his fists and writhed in his lap. 

“Stay still , puppy.” He slung an arm over his waist to hold him in place. “One of these days I’ll teach you how to listen.” He grumbled. 

“Yeah sure, just cure my ADHD.” 

“Uh-” Wakatoshi flushed. 

“Kidding,” he snickered. 

“You fucking brat.” He hooked his chin over his shoulder and kissed Satori’s jaw. 

“You love me,” he said. 

“I do,” he replied. He nuzzled the crook of his neck. “You look so good when you’re full of my cock. Such a perfect little cocksleeve.” He grabbed the underside of Satori’s pale thighs and pulled his legs apart. “Look at how stretched out your little cunt is, puppy. It’s so tight and wet. It feels so good.” Satori grunted and buried his face in Wakatoshi’s hair. “Shit, was that too much?”

“‘S fine.” He shifted. “But if you ever talk about my puss like that outside of sex, I will smack you.”

“Fair.” 

The two fell into a comfortable silence for a while. Tendou’s eyelids sagged and his lips parted, giving him a blissed out expression. Wakatoshi appreciated when he got like this. It made him seem so calm, contrasting his usual energetic personality. His skin was normally cold against Wakatoshi, but now he was so warm, despite his prolonged nudity. The only movement he made was the steady tapping of his index finger against his thigh. Wakatoshi buried his nose into the pine scented mop of red hair, recognizing the scent as his own shampoo. He tightened his arms around Satori’s waist, his hips bucking up into him. A needy whine was forced out of his lips and one of his fists clenched. He slid a hand over the small bulge in Satori’s normally flat stomach and brushed his fingers over his clit. Satori shivered and whined again. 

“Toshi-ah, please.” He turned and rubbed his nose against Wakatoshi’s cheek. 

“Shh, the movie is almost over, toy. You just have to be a good cockwarmer for a few more minutes, then I’ll give you what you need.” Satori nodded and somehow sunk further into his arms. Wakatoshi rubbed the flushed, stretched hole that was wrapped around his cock, biting his lip when the warm flesh gave way and let his finger slide inside.

“Oh, f-fuck,” he whimpered. “Toshi-gah. Too much.” 

“You can take it, puppy.” He slipped his finger further into his pussy, watching it relax around him. “Your cunt could probably take another cock. Should we try sometime?” 

“You’d-ah- never let another person fuck me. You’re too possessive.” Satori smirked, wiggling his hips a bit. 

“Hmm.” He sucked a mark onto Satori’s shoulder, as if to prove his point. “We have plenty of toys to stretch out your little pussy.” He pushed another finger into him. Satori went rigid. “You’re such fucking whore, you’d probably like it.” Satori made a low noise of protest. “Wouldn’t you, pet?” 

“M-maybe.” He looked at the ground, his dark eyelashes shadowing his red eyes. Wakatoshi hummed thoughtfully and pulled his fingers out of Satori’s dripping hole. Opting instead to stroke his cock between two fingers. “Mmm-ah, don’t stop.” His head rolled back onto Ushijima’s shoulder, showing off his long, pale neck, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed, causing the collar to shift and the tag to jingle. Wakatoshi nipped up his jugular and sucked at the soft skin under his ear. 

“Remember you can not cum until the movie’s over, toy.” He growled into Satori’s ear. Satori whined and grinded his hips back against Wakatoshi. “Tch, stay still, pet.” He dug his fingers into Satori’s hips. He put his other hand over his collar, squeezing lightly. Tendou’s breath hitched slightly. 

“Ushijima-san,” he breathed softly. “Please.” 

“If you are going to try and beg, do better. Because that was fucking pathetic.” He smirked. 

“Please, sir, please fuck me. I need you to fill my pussy with your cum. Wanna be bred. Please. I took my punishment well, I was a good cockwarmer, so please breed me.” His voice broke on the last ‘please’. 

“Good boy. That’s how you beg.” He rolled them both onto the floor. Satori grunted when his chin knocked against the carpet. Wakatoshi pulled his hips up and pinned him to the ground by one shoulder. “Don’t hold back those pretty noises, Satori.” He snarled and snapped his hips against Satori’s. 

“Ngk, ahh, Tos-shi,” he moaned in time with each powerful thrust. Wakatoshi leaned over him and dug his teeth into his shoulder, only pulling away when he tasted iron. Satori screamed when sharp canines bit into his skin. 

“You are mine, Satori. Mine to fuck, to breed. That’s why I bought you this collar, pet, so you remember who owns you. But if you insist on going out and acting like a whore, maybe I’ll have to mark up your skin and ruin your pussy so no one else wants you.” He panted. Satori whimpered, fresh tears rolling down his cheeks as he was fucked into the floor. 

“N-no, I-I’ll remember, ah. I promise,” he sobbed. “‘M yours.” Wakatoshi grinned and fucked him harder. He placed a hand over Satori’s lower stomach, feeling his cock move under his skin. “Gah, I-I, fuck, Toshi, ah,” he moaned. 

“What a pretty, dumb, pet. Can’t you even form a whole sentence, puppy?” He sneered. 

“Ushi-Ushijima-ah-san, ngk, shit, f-fuck, oh-mmm!” 

“Oh, ah, fuck, Toshi,” Ushijima mocked, exaggerating Satori’s moans to a pornagraphic extent. A dark blush stained Satori’s cheeks and the tips of his ears. “How pathetic, Satori.” He chuckled. He felt a hand grab at his pant leg. The sound of Satori’s breathy moans and Ushijima’s soft grunts filled the living room, contrasting with the solemn end credit music. “The movie is over, pretty toy.” Satori made a soft, confused noise that quickly turned into a sweet gasp as Wakatoshi rubbed at his cock, pulling on the silver ring. He felt his cunt clench around his cock and more wetness soak his pants and hand. 

“Gonna cum,” he whined. “Can I, please, I need to.” 

“Yes, puppy, you can cum.” Wakatoshi said, fucking him faster. His stomach tightened as he felt his own orgasm approach. “Fuck, your sloppy little pussy feels so good on my cock, pet. Gonna fill it with my cum. Breed you like a dog in heat.” He pulled Satori’s head to the side by the hair and bit the skin just below his jaw. Satori let out a sharp cry as he came, soaking his thighs and Wakatoshi hips. Wakatoshi grabbed Satori’s slim waist in a vice like grip and fucked the tight, wet heat that enveloped his cock. His lips drew back from his teeth and nose scrunched up in a vicious snarl. “Thank me, pretty toy. Thank your owner for his cum.” He growled, shoving Satori’s face into the carpet as he came deep inside his pussy. 

“Thank you-ahhh!” Satori moaned, his legs shaking from the aftershocks of his orgasm.

The two stayed like that for a moment, panting heavily, dripping with sweat, saliva, and cum. Wakatoshi’s strong grip changed to a tender stroke and he slowly pulled out of Satori’s messy hole. He spread his pussy open and watched cum drip onto the floor while he tucked his cock back into his wet pants. “Your cunt looks perfect dripping with my cum.” Satori hummed mindlessly in response. “How are you doing, my love?” He pet Satori’s spine, gently guiding him to lay down on his stomach. 

“Tired. Gross. Sore. Thoroughly satisfied.” He smiled lazily. “Thank you. I needed that,” he mumbled. 

“Anytime, Satori.” He leaned down and kissed one of the purple bruises on his shoulder blades. He took the cuffs off Satori’s thighs and wrists and reached for the collar. 

“No, leave that on.” Satori rolled onto his side and hooked his finger through the ring that held the dog tag. “I like it.” 

“Okay.” He tucked a strand of red hair behind Satori’s ear and trailed his fingers down his jaw to the collar. He admired the way the black stood out against the porcelain skin. “We could get you a subtler one you could wear all the time if you wanted.”

“Maybe. For now, you should run me a bath. Also, you might want to get a bandaid for this because I’m pretty sure it’s bleeding.” He gingerly touched the bite mark on his shoulder. 

“Sorry about that.” Wakatoshi frowned and picked at a loose thread on his shirt. 

“‘S okay. Sometimes I need a reminder for who I belong to.” He smirked. 

“Fucking brat,” he leaned down and kissed him. “I’ll be right back, love.”