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The view was a delight, even more when Taiju places the ridding crop under Mitsuya’s chin to make him lift his face.
"What are those angry eyes, Takashi? That’s what you get when you don’t obey."
The young man groans softly, lips sealed on the round, holed gag.
"I have been lenient using that gag, you should thank me, pup."
A blink. Mitsuya’s hands, tied up on his thighs. The position was comfortable. So the oldest of the Mitsuyas had to make up for it – behavior.
Taiju tilts his head as if waiting. The blink was a yes. If Mitsuya agreed he should thank him, what is he waiting for?
The three seconds of courtesy while making eye contact that Taiju always gives to Takashi. But the apology doesn’t arrive. The ridding crop smacks one of Mitsuya’s pectoral muscles, earning a groan.
"So?" Taiju’s yellow eyes narrow.
But no physical response. Only Takashi’s accelerated breathing, and his hard dick leaking even more. Taiju stands up from the bed, towering over where Mitsuya is sitting on the rug.
"I’m going to be honest. Today I don’t feel like being too rough, that’s why I picked that position." He pauses. It’s a shame to have to stop the session, Taiju feels more comfortable when the tables turn. When Mitsuya is the one in charge. It’s a shame because he looks really beautiful like this.
"Takashi tell me if you want to continue."
And Takashi rushes into blinking twice.
The riding crop slides from Taiju’s fingers, who is already kneeling and unbuckling the gag. Massaging Takashi’s jawline to ease the soreness. The younger stretches a little bit his jaw, eyes looking with certain admiration at his lover who is starting to free his wrists.
"Kiss me." This is what Mitsuya asks with a firm voice.
Taiju automatically presses his lips on his, and this, he likes this better. Mitsuya commanding. Him obeying. As it should be. Automatically turning the tables without either of them saying it out loud.