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Towa slowly sipped his whiskey, letting its beautiful, hostile taste sit on his tongue before spilling down his throat, burning the sensitive flesh it brushed against. After that small mouthful, he gently basked in the aftertaste and set his shot glass down on the diligently cleaned bar table.

He sat at the far right stool nestled up against Roost’s bar, protecting the sightless side of his face before anyone could take advantage of it. His good eye, lid drooped and gaze relatively mellow, swept through his favorite hangout’s main room. Painted in darker colors, the potentially oppressive atmosphere felt simply like a cozy cave. Truth be told, the alcohol was an excuse to linger within a crowd that didn’t mind someone like him, and his flickering stare was just searching for that night’s mindless hookup.

The sight of some of the regulars gently snagged his attention. He’d slept with nearly all of them at some point or another. However, as he landed upon any one man, the memory of their previous one-night stand felt underwhelming. If he then turned his eye to the new patrons, none of them inspired even a hint of attraction. His interest was then lost, and his hand returned to surround his glass of whiskey. Instead of patiently taking in another small swig, he downed the rest of the half-empty glass in one go.

“Hey, Boss,” Towa leisurely called the attention of Roost’s manager. The drunken drawl in his voice was moderate, and he was not yet slurring his words. He needed to fix that.

In response, the barkeep turned his head to his left, keeping a small, cordial smile and never ceasing to wipe the glass in his hand clean. Beyond the right rim of his opaquely black glasses, the edge of his facial tattoo, engraved on his shaved scalp, came into view.

Towa simply lifted his cup off the surface for a moment, then set it down closer to the barkeep. The older man nodded and said “Right away.”

While a new dose of booze spilled into his glass, Towa looked again at the space. This time, an all-too-familiar face turned back to match his stare. Rei didn’t yet look annoyed at the manager pouring Towa another drink, another sign that he didn’t have nearly enough. Rei smiled and walked closer to his friend, carrying his empty aluminum serving platter pressed against the front of his torso. Meanwhile, the manager set down Towa’s glass, and Towa drank it all in one go, pushing the glass back to him for more to be poured.

“Towa! The girls were just asking about you.” He grasped his platter even closer to himself as he accentuated some of his words with peppy energy. Suddenly, his grin dropped, and he scrutinized Towa suspiciously. Maybe he meant for his expression to be unreadable, but if Rei lacked anything, it was a poker face. “You mentioned having a potential art model. How’s all that going?”

“It was a bust.” Towa sighed under his breath. “Dude just wanted kinky sex. That’s what I get for lowering my expectations.”

“Right…” Rei nodded slowly. “I don’t think I’ve seen you go without painting someone for so long. But hey, at least the experience will help you avoid more disappointments in the future, yeah?” Ever the optimist. From his faltering Smoke, though, Towa knew it was just sympathy with no substance.

“I guess.” He looked back down at the table in front of him and downed the new shot.

“You’re drinking those awfully quick.” There’s that annoyed tone that Towa came to adore.

“I’m not drunk yet.” He protectively placed his fingers on the rim while carefully controlling his slurring speech, willing for the glass not to get taken away from his vicinity.

While his Smoke grew in wake of his emotions, Rei’s lips twisted into a frown and his eyes narrowed, partially covering their brown irises. Instead of confronting further, he turned to his boss, prodding him without physical contact nor words.

“...It may be best to stop drinking for the night, Towa.” The manager eventually weighed in, in favor of Rei. Towa should not have been surprised.

As graciously as his pride allowed him, he stiffly nodded and slid his precious shot glass the barkeep’s way one last time. This rejection didn’t prevent him from bar hopping. Setting down his payment in cash on the wooden bar surface, he stood up and walked to the door. As his hand laid on the cold handle, he spontaneously turned his head, just enough to peer at Rei and the manager. “Bye,” he said, ever so quietly. But, from their wavering Smoke and visible surprise, he knew they heard him.

Even with his unzipped coat on, the cold outdoor air bit at his cheeks and at his skin under his loose shirt. He didn’t mind; it gave him a somewhat intense feeling, which he always appreciated. Although the alley Roost was situated in hardly got any foot traffic, the main streets of District D were truly where the night never died, and the nightlife could be heard wafting through the back streets. There were bars and clubs at every bend in Abarochō; Towa would have no issue finding somewhere to haunt for another half hour or so.

Many others might rush to leave the alleys as hastily as they could, swiftly navigating under the thin streams of starless sky available between the boring gray buildings. If one were to linger there for too long, the danger imposed by the Hapless Children and the Takasato-gumi would surely catch up to them. However, to Towa, the risk was part of the attraction.

In fact, if some shady figure tried to approach Towa now, he’d take it as an opportunity and proposition him. That type of guy was inevitably aggressive and had no care as to whether Towa felt pleasure, a scenario that comprised most of Towa’s wet dreams. Thinking about this potential loss of control made his cheeks flush hot, despite the bitter night.

He realized that he wasn’t in the mood for some pithy drinks. However, he knew that most potential partners wouldn’t give him what he needed. If he couldn’t find a satisfying hookup while walking home, he’d make the best of his private studio and have fun with the mere thought of one.

Towa traveled extremely slowly, giving any crook in the dark more than enough time to take advantage of him. He examined from afar all the nooks where a Hapless Child might be hiding, but, to his disappointment, he was alone at every moment. With a deep sigh, he picked up his pace to breach the more populated streets.

Yet, as soon as he gave up hope, a figure approached him from his blind side and touched his arm. From this contact alone, his heart immediately began pumping twice as fast. Although it was set off by the shock, it was maintained by excitement, considering that his prayers were met so wonderfully.

“Hi Towa!” That energetic voice… It was distinct from Rei’s; while Rei spoke with a very girly cadence, this energy was similar to a loyal dog when its owner comes back from work. In other words, this was Igarashi, the bleached-blonde yakuza wannabe. Towa turned to him, his eye still wide. “Oh! I’m sorry, did I scare you? Sorry… I should have come around the other side…” He looked dejected at the mere possibility of a scolding.

Igarashi was probably the absolute furthest thing from the dominating type with no regard to his partner’s safety. Towa had never even heard of him sleeping around, at least not recently. And yet, he’d gotten so worked up that he needed some sort of satisfaction. Looking at Igarashi through a lustful lens, he was actually somewhat handsome, so, without thinking, Towa put his right hand on Igarashi’s gaudy leopard print shirt. The texture was velvety, almost dulcet. “...You’ll do,” he murmured.

“Towa?” Igarashi seemed alarmed, but looking further into Towa’s unfocused eye led him to a conclusion. “Oh, you’re tipsy. Do you want me to take you back to the clinic?” He seemed proud of himself for that suggestion. It was no secret that he fancied himself as the gentleman type. Towa hadn’t drunk that much, but he definitely looked out of it.

“Yes, I do.” Towa’s voice left his mouth breathily, pressing his hand even more against that comfortable animal print shirt.

Even Igarashi, despite his innocent heart, took note of Towa’s tone. His eyebrows furrowed again and he swiftly looked away and tried to change the subject. “Well, anyway, I just wanted to know if you were okay, since you were hanging around here. Doctor Murase would-”

Towa shut him up by taking his left arm and wrapping it around Igarashi’s neck, then brusquely leaning in for a kiss. He was even more turned on than he realized, apparently, because the simple contact between lips drew a small groan from him. Usually foreplay didn’t do anything for him, but he’d gone so long without satisfying sex as to make it extremely erotic. He trailed his right hand across Igarashi’s toned torso and paused when it was against the small of his back, bringing the two snug together.

Igarashi pulled away, stunned and sputtering. “Towa?! What are you doing?”

“You’re cute, you know,” Towa softly murmured, not discouraged in the slightest. Some guys started out shocked when Towa made a move, but very soon they gave into temptation. From the movements of Igarashi’s Smoke, he’d be that type too.

Especially in reaction to that praise, Igarashi’s Smoke thrashed and his jaw hung low. “U-Uhh…”

Towa smirked deviously. In contrast to how roughly he pressed his lips to Igarashi’s at first, this time he softly leaned in, sensually flitting his eye closed during the act. Since Igarashi’s teeth weren’t clenched, Towa was able to slip in his cold tongue, touching it to the tip of Igarashi’s and swiping it around the inside of his mouth. When he drew away slightly, he deliberately breathed hotly on Igarashi’s now-wet lips and opened his eye, donning a gentle smile and a sultry gaze. Igarashi looked entranced, although still slightly spooked.

“Have you ever slept with a guy?” Towa asked directly while maintaining a provocative cadence. Igarashi’s Smoke faltered, but he remained speechless. From his reaction, he very well may not have slept with anyone, but that didn’t matter. Towa chuckled lowly. “Guys will make you feel much better than girls can. Since we have the same equipment, we know exactly how to use it.”

Igarashi swallowed dryly. “But how would I… pleasure you? I don’t know what I’m doing…”

Towa grinned at this tacitly accepting phrase. “I’ll instruct you on what to do. It’s easy, I promise.”

Igarashi nodded awkwardly. “O-Okay… So, we go to-?”

Towa interrupted him with another kiss, harshly this time. He shoved his tongue into Igarashi’s open mouth again, and this time, after a few seconds of pause, Igarashi tentatively met Towa’s tongue with his own and wrapped his arms around Towa’s neck. The wet, titillating sensation drew out a moan from the latter, muffled by Igarashi’s mouth. Igarashi’s body stiffened; Towa gently brought up his thigh to Igarashi’s groin, and sure enough, he was getting hard. The contact through their clothes noticeably made it grow even more. Igarashi pulled away in surprise, and the two stared at each other’s blushing, breathless faces. Towa broke the silence and suggested “We could head to my place, or we could just do it here if you’re horny enough.”

“No! We should… Go to your place, yeah…” He laughed, apparently trying to sound composed and failing miserably.

Towa detached himself from Igarashi, managing to hold only his hand for a few seconds. After a light squeeze, he let go completely and turned away, leading the path towards the clinic.

During the first ten minutes of their trek back, Igarashi remained behind Towa, completely silent. Towa didn’t mind and he didn’t look back. After all, he was too impatient to willingly make small talk, nor did he pay attention to the sights or the people or the music permeating the air.

And yet, as they were much closer to the clinic, Igarashi sped up momentarily to walk side-by-side to Towa’s left. For a minute, he kept glancing over, looking like he wanted to say something. Eventually, Towa sighed and said “Spit it out.”

“I just wanted to say that… Well, I always kind of liked men, but I never acted on it. I thought that badass yakuza had to get the girl in the end, but during my time in the Takasato-gumi, I’ve met so many gay men, you know? It pains me to say it, but maybe the movies weren’t very accurate in that respect…” He genuinely looked sad to be criticizing those sensationalist films.

“Your point?” Towa asked curtly, looking straight ahead.

“Well, if I’m gonna be with a guy, it’s really cool that it’s going to be a badass like you!”

“Never-” say stuff like that, it’s unsexy, Towa wanted to say. But for whatever reason, he paused and heavily exhaled. He’s heard even less sexy things from Mayu, and they had slept together several times already. Plus, for whatever reason, teaching a virgin like Igarashi was particularly exciting in itself. Reflecting on it, Towa might not even mind hearing these things during their one-night-stand; the stupidity of it all highlighted how uncorrupted Igarashi still was, so he shouldn’t discourage it.

Towa turned his eye over to Igarashi, who was obviously waiting for him to complete the sentence. “...Never assume that you have to be straight to fit in with the yakuza. Sleep around with guys as much as you want.”

“So will you sleep with me again?” Igarashi’s voice oozed misguided hope. “I-I mean, if I want to be with guys more often, I think you’d still be my person of choice.”

“Asking for a repeat before showing me what you’ve got is bold,” Towa retorted with a level tone. “If you do well, then maybe.”

“Okay, I’ll do my best!” Igarashi’s expression lightened, clearly inspired by Towa’s pep talk. Towa couldn’t help but roll his eye.

The couple arrived at the clinic through the back alley, entering through the staff-only door. Towa silently used his keys before entering the unlit hallways. Considering how late it was, no one should be in the building nor on the street, but he’d conjure all the discretion he could muster to not be seen sneaking Igarashi into his apartment. He usually didn’t care, but fucking Igarashi was akin to debasing himself, even considering his shameful track record.

Igarashi knew the way through the uncluttered space like the back of his eyelids; almost every member of the Takasato-gumi would slip into the clinic through the back for medical attention, and sweet, idealistic Igarashi was not an exception to experiencing the despair of a gunshot or stab wound. Both men entered the elevator, leading directly up to Towa’s studio.

After the large, metal doors crawled closed with a subdued groan, Towa noticed that Igarashi’s Smoke began to sway restlessly again, and he stood in the center of the elevator, as rigid as a wooden plank and looking straight ahead at the crevice between the closed doors. They both realized that they were in an enclosed space, all alone. Despite losing the last shreds of his patience, Towa needed Igarashi to act. He needed Igarashi to show how much he wanted this. As if he weren’t feeling any eagerness at all, he casually leaned his back against the metal wall, looking at Igarashi with an unreadable gaze. “So?” Towa started, shattering the tense silence. “Are you just gonna stand there?”

Picking it up as his cue, Igarashi turned to Towa, eyeing him up and down. However, he made no initiative to get closer. Towa looked away with a slow exhale, feeling tangibly let down. Maybe Igarashi just wasn’t ready.

Before he knew it, Igarashi had stepped closer, looming between him and the light, a composition that cast his front in shadow, obscuring the minutiae of his expression. The visual was striking, and suddenly Towa felt a strong urge to sketch it out, to capture the feeling of anticipation as Igarashi leaned in…

Igarashi pressed his forearms against the elevator wall and moved in so close as to pin Towa to it. One of his palms slid to the back of Towa’s head, cushioning him as Igarashi aggressively, desperately pressed his eager lips to Towa’s, shoving his head against his hand. He thrust his tongue into Towa’s mouth, licking and savoring the remnants of booze like a mad dog. Towa felt like he couldn’t breathe, in the best possible sense of the expression. He rapidly reached around Igarashi to hug him, bringing him as close as possible for their bodies to slot together as Igarashi’s tongue shoved down Towa’s throat. Towa processed that the elevator dinged and the doors opened, but that didn’t matter. He needed to take advantage of this feeling right now.

Towa was utterly dismayed when Igarashi pulled away, the only remainder of their connection being a soon-broken string of glistening saliva. For a moment, Igarashi panted alongside Towa, looking downright hungry. In return, Towa glared. “Don’t stop.”

Igarashi dove in again, but instead of making out, he swept Towa off his feet, carrying him bridal-style to his apartment door. For some reason, this dumb gesture sent all the butterflies hibernating in Towa’s stomach flying, tickling his innards with their wings. Feeling this again after so long was rather uncomfortable, but that didn’t inhibit his intense arousal.

After walking just enough to reach the door, Igarashi set Towa down again, visibly regretful that he needed to do so. Towa reached into his pocket and took out his dull metal ring of keys, clumsily fumbling with them much more than usual. Igarashi didn’t seem to mind; by how his Smoke was reacting, Towa would wager that his visible aroused frenzy was a turn-on.

As soon as he was able to fling the door open, their lips crashed into each other once more, and they hastily took off each other’s coats. They blindly stumbled into the dark room while neglecting to flip the light switch, stepping over the miscellaneous litter that always lurked underfoot.

When Towa’s back crashed into his sofa, he willingly broke the kiss to feel around for the remote and turn on the television. After the light switched on and an unimportant program appeared on the screen, Towa turned back to Igarashi. Before he could reach for him, he noticed Igarashi’s anxious face, illuminated by the TV. Towa also caught glimpses of his thrashing Smoke as it intercepted the bright beam.

He soundlessly blew out his lungful of air. Cold feet again? But before Towa could open his mouth, Igarashi spoke. “Towa… Tell me what to do.” Suddenly, his expression hardened in quiet confidence, and his Smoke calmed again, only wavering due to persistent arousal.

It was like a switch flipped in Towa’s brain. Recalling how Igarashi reacted to being called ‘cute’, he tested a continuation. “Good boy. You like doing what you’re told, don’t you?” Towa praised in his most seductive tone.

Igarashi very audibly hissed in a gasp. Towa might have laughed if he weren’t so turned on. A submissive top could give him a satisfying power trip while still doing all the work. Interesting. Towa sat up from his reclined position, straightening his back and ever-so-slightly spreading his thighs. “Get on your knees.”

Igarashi stepped further into the TV’s glow and dropped to his knees in a surprisingly graceful manner. He didn’t even attempt to look at Towa’s face, instead staring thirstily at the tent in Towa’s pants. Towa savored that view for a moment (he would have to sketch it out later) and gave his second command, rumbled in a low, provocative voice. “Take it out and lick it, Puppy.”

The… unique pet name apparently turned Igarashi on as he hummed a low moan. His hands feverishly trembled as he reached to unzip Towa’s pants. If Towa wasn’t mistaken, he may have even seen Igarashi lick his lips just before pulling the waistband of both Towa’s pants and boxers over his erection and down his hips. Towa sighed contentedly as the room’s chilly air hit the sensitive head of his dick, as if it were even more pleasure to contrast any masturbation session.

Igarashi brought his flat tongue to the underside of his cock, eagerly lapping at it. As cute as the scene was, he wasn’t hitting any of Towa’s sweet spots. “Igarashi,” The roughness in Towa’s voice surprised even himself, “focus on the head. It’s more sensitive.”

Encouraged, Igarashi slid his tongue to situate it just under the pink head, dragging it over the top to lubricate the still-dry tip. He swiped it across the seam of Towa’s foreskin, digging the wriggling muscle gently below the outer layer of skin. Towa leaned his head back and moaned softly at the stimulation. Shifting his gaze to the diligent Igarashi, he said “You’re doing good so far, Puppy. Who would’ve thought you’d be such a cockslut?”

Towa observed Igarashi’s reaction, unsure if dirty talk would turn him on or kill the mood. Apparently, he needn’t worry; after hearing that sentence, Igarashi moaned slightly, a noise that easily echoed into the environment due to his partly-open mouth. Taking it a step further unprompted, he wrapped his spit-slick lips around the swollen head, sucking down slightly. He then began sliding his mouth up and down the shaft, sucking and licking rhythmically. “Haa, Pup-!” A particularly intense teasing of one of his sweet spots cut him off with a groan.

Igarashi sucked down hard and surfaced, saying with a trembling tone, “Towa, call me that, please…”

Cocking an eyebrow, Towa scrutinized him. However, he came to the conclusion that he was too horny to care about the silly pet name. “You like that, Pup, hmm? You like being called Pup while salivating on my dick? You’re adorable.”

Igarashi swiftly took Towa’s cock into his mouth with a newfound vigor. Although it was hard to see due to the dim lighting, Towa heard a zipper open and was sure that Igarashi was undoing his own pants to jack off alongside the blowjob. Very soon, quiet slapping sounds joined the wet sucking.

Despite how delightfully obscene it was, Igarashi’s masturbation irked Towa. In a moment, he stepped on Igarashi’s quickly-moving hand, drawing out a sound of pain and surprise. Surely unintentionally, Igarashi lightly bit down on Towa’s cock, and the intense feeling drew out another groan from the masochist.

“Fuu-” Towa bit his own tongue to appear minimally composed, at least in comparison to Igarashi. “Gh- Igarashi, did I tell you to touch yourself?”

Igarashi looked up at Towa exactly like a scolded dog would, but he didn’t take his mouth off Towa’s dick, which still bulged against the inside of his cheek. The sight was almost enough to quell Towa’s annoyance. “I need you fully hard. Put both of your hands on the sofa next to me.” His steely glare allowed no room for negotiation.

As Igarashi silently did what he was told, Towa placed his own palms on top of the blonde’s and squeezed, preventing them from ever moving. “Suck,” Towa commanded, bringing his stern tone down low.

Igarashi silently continued his task, and although he started out slow after being admonished, soon he excited himself over the musky smells and erotic fullness in his mouth and returned to his hungry movements.

During one long moment, Igarashi paused for a second too long as his lips were near the tip. As Towa was about to scold him again, Igarashi swiftly took his dick down to the base, the tender tip rubbing against his throat’s soft, slick, fiery tissue. “Fuck, good boy, haah…” Towa then realized he was heaping praise more often than he’d originally intended, but if it convinced a virgin to voluntarily deepthroat him, he didn’t mind. Igarashi’s eyes looked to be watering, but he wasn’t backing off. Slowly, he bobbed his head up and down, careful not to let Towa’s dick fully slip out of his throat so as to not wrangle his gag reflex all over again. Sliding Towa’s cockhead deep against his throat choked lewd little noises out of Igarashi, sounding something like “Hkk, hh, uhk…”

Since Towa was holding Igarashi’s hands the entire time, Igarashi knew exactly when he felt something special, as his palms involuntarily squeezed down. Even though Igarashi was obviously inexperienced, this extra layer of responsiveness made it one of the better blowjobs Towa had received in recent memory.

Slowly but surely, Towa felt his gut tightening in preparation for an orgasm. The butterflies from earlier were all but gone, replaced by a vicious snake coiling at each pump of his dick. His breathing was devolving into uncontrollably ragged pants, but he needed something extra to push him over the edge. Letting go of Igarashi’s right hand, Towa placed his left palm on the dark roots of his bleached-blonde hair. Igarashi glanced up while continuing to bob his head, tangible confusion mixed in with the arousal in his eyes. He flexed his right hand, nonverbally questioning what he should do with it.

“Puppy, scratch at my scars for me, will you? I’m- kh, so fucking close…”

Igarashi devotedly did what he was told, although he was hesitant to hurt Towa at first. However, as his nails dug into the keloid scars and brought back the ardent feeling of having them inflicted in the first place, Towa’s arousal was so unmistakable that Igarashi began to scratch uncontrollably, sucking down even more intensely as he pumped Towa’s cock in and out of his throat.

“Haa, good boy, good boy, hn-” Towa desperately gasped for air as his mounting climax approached. “You’re such a good slut. I-I’m going to cum into your mouth, okay? Don’t swallow, nnh-!"

Despite his own fervent desperation to be used as a cum dumpster, Igarashi carefully pulled out Towa’s dick from the special place it had carved in his previously-untouched throat. Igarashi wrapped his mouth just under Towa’s cockhead and kept sucking on and licking at the pulsing tip, with some precum slipping out from between his slick lips and lubricating the shaft alongside his spit.

Towa convulsed and his hand tightened its grip on that faux-blonde hair. His semen burst into Igarashi’s mouth, although some pearly white streams escaped from his lips’ imperfect seal. Igarashi’s eyes widened in surprise, but he kept his mouth glued to the source. From his dazed eyes and how badly he was blushing and salivating, one might have assumed this was his own orgasm.

As Towa’s dick was spurting out the last waves of ejaculate, his taut muscles spontaneously loosened, and he fell back onto the sofa. He looked up at the ceiling for a few moments, blissfully speechless.

He languidly dragged his gaze back down to his spent cock and Igarashi, off of his dick but still on his knees, cheeks puffed out and semen still dribbling down his chin. Towa teasingly looked down between Igarashi’s legs; his cock was still rock-hard, although some precum splattered onto the floor from his sheer excitement. “Aah, good boy, Puppy,” Towa chuckled. “You did everything perfectly.”

Igarashi’s eyes shone and, almost comically, he mindlessly rocked his hips into thin air. His testicles were still in his boxers, so that gentle sensation was likely the only one preventing completely blue balling him.

“Don’t you want to fuck me now? Shove your dick into me, use me? …Make passionate love to me?” It was no surprise that the last phrase was the one that most aroused Igarashi as his Smoke violently, zealously twisted. “I’d adore being ravaged by you, Pup. You deserve it, don’t you? But before we can do that, I’m afraid I’ll have to tease you just a little more.”

Before Towa had to look at Igarashi’s pathetically puzzled face much longer, he stood up and fully slipped off his pants and socks while pulling off his shirt. His heavily scarred body was no surprise to Igarashi.

In a swift movement, he climbed onto the sofa, face-down. While pressing his bare chest onto the cushions, he positioned his knees as close to it as was comfortable, spreading them and pushing his ass into the air. His hands were both beside his head, and his fingers were ready to curl into the plush if he went through any sort of extreme sensation, especially in post-climax sensitivity.

“Puppy, spit my cum into my asshole and fuck it in using your tongue. After that, you can fuck me as much as you desire.” Towa surreptitiously glanced over and saw Igarashi completely aghast, but clearly immensely horny. Just a little push. “You can do that, right? You’ve been such a perfect cumslut for me all night, surely this isn’t too much?” Towa asked in the coyest tone he could muster.

Igarashi looked away upon hearing those filthy words and his face flushed scarlet. If it were not for his interested Smoke, Towa might have assumed he’d scared him away. Yet, as it was, Igarashi obediently stood up and positioned himself behind Towa, his clothes rustling as he slipped them off. Towa could no longer see him, so instead he closed his eye, shutting out the television’s images, and eagerly awaited the warm liquid’s contact with that still-tight ring of muscle.

Firstly, he felt Igarashi’s palms on his cheeks, spreading them to reveal the hole. Even after all this titillating foreplay, he jerked, unprepared, when he felt his semen splatter onto and around his anus and trickle down the back of his balls. All the nerve endings around his asshole were still tender after his previous orgasm, and even though this stimulation could be considered painful to some, Towa’s cock twitched, roused again and interested.

Igarashi’s tongue carefully licked around the canvas defaced with its own spend, seemingly attempting to memorize the texture and ridges. Even though he wasn’t asked to, he then pressed his mouth against Towa’s testicles, lapping up the escaped semen and pushing it back up to the hole, continuing to almost worship it with ginger attention. Towa wished that Igarashi wasn’t seeing how much his cock was growing at the frustrating teasing, but he had no way of truly knowing. All he could do was bite his tongue, lest a groan come out of him.

Not one second too soon, the tip of Igarashi’s tongue thrust into his insides, pushing in some of the cum. As he repeated this several times, the nerves in Towa’s sphincter were gently caressed on the inside and out, stretching while it was coaxed in different directions. Towa turned his face into the cushions and bit down onto the fabric, unable to hold in a blatant moan otherwise. However, it probably reached Igarashi, since in response he pressed his lips against the skin around his asshole. He suckled on the sensitive flesh while still plunging his tongue into his ass, almost like a kiss. This greatly aided the blood rushing to Towa’s dick, which was now very much erect.

It likely took Towa an embarrassingly long time to realize that Igarashi’s right hand was no longer on his ass. Focusing on wading through the TV’s audio, he heard gentle fapping. “Igarashi!” he hissed. “What did I tell you?”

Igarashi pulled his tongue out with a lewd suctioning sound, but he kept his lips brushing against Towa’s rear. “I’m sorry, Towa, I’m so sorry, but you’re just too goddamn sexy. I can’t take it.” This confession was then followed by a moan and now clearly audible and quickened slapping. “Fuck, I can’t take it, Towa. I need you.” His mouth definitively moved away from Towa, but his hand remained, repositioning itself to the top of his left cheek and placing more pressure down on it.

Before Towa could properly brace himself, the tip of a very hard cock pressed against his slick asshole. It did not linger on the exterior and swiftly rammed in, with a level of aggression that Towa didn’t think Igarashi had in him. Towa actually screamed at the burning pain and intense stretching, but he made no attempt to mute himself. Due to just this one thrust and the idea that he was not in control anymore, he felt himself convulsing with a dry orgasm.

Igarashi seemed not to notice, because he kept an intense pace that rubbed Towa’s walls raw. Although the semen helped with lubricating the first stretch inside his ass, suddenly dragging against the full length of it still hurt like hell despite Towa’s unnaturally stretched muscles, courtesy of his promiscuity. Humping him raw probably wasn’t an entirely pleasurable experience for Igarashi either, but he pounded Towa with abandon, as if he were the best fucktoy he’d ever used.

The hand on his ass momentarily ceased contact with his skin, then both of Igarashi’s palms planted themselves on Towa’s shoulder blades, effectively pinning him down and forcing him to not struggle whilst having his guts thoroughly rearranged. Towa’s chest pressed aggressively against the couch, and every bit of roughness that was in the threads chafed painfully, lewdly, against Towa’s scars and nipples as he squirmed from the pummeling.

Towa’s orgasm extended itself agonizingly, and his full-body tremors and sporadically stiffening muscles only gave Igarashi a tighter space to plunder and upset. Even if Towa’s mind tried to untether itself from his body, it was immediately shot back down to reality with intense stimulation to his insides. Igarashi didn’t seem to be trying to hit his prostate, but he occasionally would, drawing out another shrill scream from Towa amidst his loud moaning and gasping. All Towa could do was take it, and this was a situation he would never complain about. The noises he made during sex this savage were purely of hedonistic pleasure, and these shouts and sobs were no different.

Even after his initial climax passed, the violence of it all kept him shouting with glee, his eye glazed with tears. He tried his hardest to focus on Igarashi and heard deep moaning and panting, akin to a crazed beast. Towa suddenly noticed Igarashi chanting something:

“Towa! Hmn, Towa, Towa! Towa! Mhf, Towa!”

The power trip that inspired Towa to fuck Igarashi in the first place came back and hit him like a brick. Not only was Igarashi pounding into Towa like he was doing his best to break him in two, but he was doing so because it was Towa, not just treating him as some sort of fleshy glory hole. Being recognized as an individual and still being fucked mercilessly hurled him into a sensation of power and satisfaction that he’d long forgotten. Towa fanatically cackled with as much air as the dicking allowed him to gather in his lungs at once. Igarashi heard this and leaned in, still pounding into him and towering over Towa’s helpless back. “Towa…?” he prompted through groans.

“Ahah, Pup, you’re so good, you’re so fucking good, AH! I need it- Need your cum-! Ah, Igarashi! Cum for me! Mark me! Claim me! Make me yours!”

“Towa!” Igarashi’s hips bucked out of rhythm several times, and all of his subsequent thrusts were messy. Even with just a few sentences, he’s mine. Precum flung from Towa’s rock-hard cock and splattered onto his bent chest every time his ass was rammed into. A joint orgasm with Igarashi would make this perfect.

“Puppy, I’m cumming! Ffu- Please, please! Give it to me, please!” Towa pleaded, completely divorced from his pride. “Fill me up, cum with me!”

“Haa, Towa, I will, ah!” Igarashi’s hips stuttered deep into Towa’s ass, hitting precisely on Towa’s prostate, and warmth exploded into him. Igarashi slowly bucked his hips a few more times to ride out the climax and sow in his semen as far in as possible, as if marking Towa like he was ordered to. The wet tip of Igarashi’s cock rocking and throbbing against Towa’s swollen prostate sent him shouting Igarashi’s name as he hurled over the edge. His white cum spurted lewdly onto his own pale chest, running over his nipples and tickling them. That sensation in itself was erotic, drawing a particularly loud moan from his lewd melody as the cock inside him wrung him dry.

While Towa was still coping with his intense climax, Igarashi dropped down onto Towa’s back, haphazardly spooning him. As he did so, he curled his spine to push hips a little farther into Towa’s in a notably possessive manner, burying his flaccid cock deep inside him and maintaining their physical connection as much as possible. “Towa, I…” He trailed off into a sigh and his hands reached to cup Towa’s pecs. Feeling the sticky spend on them, Igarashi breathily laughed. “Towa, that’s so filthy,” he chastised lovingly. He then decided to torture Towa further by pinching his nipples and flicking the cum against the perked tips with his thumbs, sometimes digging his nails into their sides.

“Ghk- Fuck, Puppy, please-” Towa nearly sobbed.

In response, Igarashi hungrily bucked his hips into Towa’s, despite his limp dick being undoubtedly sensitive and deriving no pleasure from such an action. “Towa, you’re so sexy. I need you.” Igarashi gently pressed his lips onto the nape of Towa’s neck, unhurriedly kissing him. He then began kissing Towa’s shoulders and exposed cheek. Sharply, he dug into Towa’s now-swollen nipples, and Towa yelped.

“But you had me already,” Towa muttered, throat raw from the racket he caused earlier.

“No.” He buried his face into the crook of Towa’s shoulder. “Not enough.”

For a moment, Towa considered the proposition, but he was completely spent. “I can’t do any more tonight, Igarashi.”

“Not tonight. Forever.” Igarashi sounded serious. “I don’t want to go back to how we were before.”

Towa soundlessly breathed out the remnants of air still haunting his chest. Looking away, he asked “Do you mean that you want to have sex more often?” He felt Igarashi nodding against his sweaty skin. Towa made a show of deliberating silently, and he no longer felt puffs of Igarashi’s breath tickling his neck due to how anxious he clearly was. Not controlling a small chuckle, Towa finally said “Fuck yes, I want to too. As long as you keep being rough with me, you hear?”

Igarashi bit down lightly on Towa’s shoulder. Not enough to draw blood, but enough to make a mark, irritate his scars and make Towa groan and impulsively tighten his ass. In response, Igarashi crushed his nipples and buried his nails in as if he were trying to tear them out, all while biting harder. “Fuu- Puppy, I appreciate the sentiment, but it’s too much even for me.”

Igarashi slowly and regretfully drew away from Towa, this motion culminating with pulling his half-chub out of Towa’s hole, dragging against the abused ridges of his gut. Semen lewdly spurted from the winking muscle and dripped straight down Towa’s soft, sensitive cock, provoking a shy shiver. Even with all this teasing, he was much too exhausted to get turned on again. He didn’t make any moves to get up either, resigning himself to a deserved rest, ass still raised like the whore he was.

His peace was interrupted by Igarashi picking him up by the chest and flipping him over onto his back. His legs naturally spread obscenely and the disturbance to his gut spilled copious amounts of cum onto his couch. And yet, Towa could do nothing more than look dazedly up at his partner.

Igarashi lowered his face onto Towa’s largest scar splitting his abdomen down the middle, and his eyes fluttered shut. His lips languidly pressed themselves onto the raised tissue, his tongue trailing its saliva over the rough ridges and lapping up the spend splattered onto his chest. Igarashi did so with such an obvious sense of worship of Towa’s marred body that it was difficult not to find him cute. Another thing I have to sketch out.

Recounting each scene he’d experienced that night that stirred in him any desire to draw, his mind wandered to how frustrated he was when his potential art model disappointed him. That annoyance had dissipated; even though this was nowhere near enough to inspire a full painting, a filled-out sketch pad was still satisfying, and Igarashi gave him more than enough material to pull from. As much as he blamed his lowered expectations on the fact that his art model didn’t pay off, lowered expectations were the only thing that allowed him to sleep with Igarashi, and that worked out quite nicely.

During one of his leisurely kisses to Towa’s scars, Igarashi’s eyes opened and turned their attention to Towa’s breathless face. He raised his head and shot Towa a sunny smile. Then, he crept his body further over the one beneath him and lowered his mouth down onto Towa’s, gingerly pressing upon the surface, only to slip his dirty tongue between Towa’s slacked jaws. They kissed without haste, touching their tongues onto each other and stroking the slickness with their bumpy taste buds. Despite how deliciously lethargic Towa was, he still noticed Igarashi’s hand creeping down to his own erection, masturbating during their slow make-out session. This time, Towa couldn’t complain; it was erotic but wouldn’t draw out the torment on his tender flesh.

Every touch that Igarashi bestowed upon him was comforting, and before Towa could stop himself, he was drifting off to a dreamless slumber. His mouth stopped responding as readily to Igarashi’s, so the blonde pulled away for a moment and planted a kiss onto Towa’s ear, reverberating a smacking sound directly into Towa’s skull. He whispered, puffing a warm breath into the cup of Towa’s ear, “I’ll take care of you, Towa. You can go to sleep.”

All tenseness remaining in Towa’s limp muscles unwound as Igarashi went back to kissing him, and his eye slid shut. The television white noise, wet kissing, laden breaths and fapping sounds all slowly faded as he fell unconscious.