Last time, Yuji had been too nervous to worry about it, to let his mind settle into that quiet, calm space that comes hand in hand with the work of a dominant, his mind a fuzzy mess because he knew what was coming. A blindfold, the loss of senses, the panic... Wanting to be good enough, but not being sure how he can be. It's different, this time, because he realises that it doesn't matter, he is good enough, and Suguru wants him.
Suguru wants to keep him, even if he fumbles in this. There will be a next time, because Suguru loves him.
It means he can let his body be twisted and twined, he can allow himself to be nudged one way and the other, permitted the tighter coil of the rope, the way the ring around his cock has him twitching, the slight ache in his muscles. It feels good, and he's glad he chose to trust Suguru in this, because he does like this.
They really are compatible. He had been worried...
Brought out of his thoughts, his head tilts up to look at his dominant, slipping into the role too easily, as he always does. This is where he was meant to be, trussed up and pretty for Suguru, ready to take whatever he can offer him, anything that he wants. It makes him feel... Good. ]
Hm...? [ Losing the thought for a moment, Yuji gasps softly, rocking his hips a little, feeling the pull of the rope, the way he can't move. Oh. ] Green, daddy. I'm green.
[ Suguru's praise is as much in his voice as the smile he gives Yuji as he looks down at his gorgeous boy, all tied up for him. He enjoys seeing Yuji shift in his ropes, strain against the restrictiveness. Suguru takes one more moment to slide two fingers between a few different points on the ropes, testing the tension to make sure nothing is slipping when Yuji struggles. He doesn't exactly want to interrupt their scene by cutting off circulation before they realize what's going on. ]
Good boy.
[ Suguru leans close, pressing a kiss to Yuji's forehead before he draws away, reaching instead for the bottle of lubricant he has nearby. ]
Hmm, seeing you like this, I think I'm going to order some ropes in red. [ Suguru speaks almost conversationally as he uncaps the lube, squeezing a healthy helping onto his fingers. He works the viscous liquid around, warming it, smearing it, before he reaches down between Yuji's legs. Behind his balls, so adorably snug with the cockring in place, to trace the rim of Yuji's hole. ]
They'll match your skintone beautifully – and my pretty slut will look even prettier. [ And he sounds so casual as he slides one digit into Yuji, slick and without pause because he knows his boy can take it. ]
[ The praise makes him burn with happiness, wanting to do more of it, to offer more - but there's not much he can do, bound and wrapped up in Suguru's rope, little more than leaning into the pull on his body and letting his dominant take charge. He's definitely here to look pretty tonight, and that's something he can handle without too much brain power.
The kiss, too, makes him smile.
Settling into it, Yuji swallows, licking his lips. Suguru hasn't ordered him to be quiet, hasn't asked him to lie back and keep his mouth shut, and that means he can respond to those idle comments, he's allowed to speak, to breathe out his soft noises, to moan... It all feels good. ]
I want to look pretty. Can we pick some together...? I want to see all the kinds, so I can learn what daddy likes best.
[ Because he wants to be a good boy for him - and he moans, body shifting as the finger slips into him, and it feels so easy because it is, Yuji accustomed to taking Suguru's cock now. ]
[ Suguru can't help the more genuine note in how he smiles, charmed by Yuji's clear curiosity for the things that Suguru enjoys. He's had plenty of rope bunnies in the past, a variety of submissives who have aligned well in his kinks, but none who were interested in becoming involved like Yuji. It wasn't really a submissive's role, after all, but Suguru likes that Yuji cares about the process. ]
Then we'll pick together, baby. Daddy will teach you everything so you're the perfect little rope bunny for him.
[ Such an appealing thought, too. Yuji in the different textures and colors of rope, different ties that Suguru already knows and potentially learning more... Yuji is speaking to a very specific niche of his kinks, and he appreciates it greatly. ]
But you know you're already the perfect whore for Daddy. You take Daddy's cock so well that I barely have to work you open anymore, see? [ He coos to Yuji as he rests his other hand on the boy's belly, delighting in the quivers beneath as his second finger joins the first, pressing in and spreading, flexing more for the benefit of smearing around the lube than because he's trying to coax those muscles to relax. ]
[ The idea of it makes him feel good. Being involved makes him feel good, the idea that he is part of things, not just subject to them - that he can take part in it because they're partners as well as dominant and submissive. Suguru might have all the power, but he shares enough with Yuji that it feels a little more equal than it might otherwise, and he enjoys that.
He knows they'll take care of each other in all the ways that matter.
Just like this, Suguru's fingers sinking into him, teasing him a little, not really doing anything to bring him pleasure, not wanting to make Yuji get anywhere close to coming, but stretching him and teasing him. It doesn't seem to hit his cock that this is a tease, though, because it's twitching, even as he licks his lips and nods his head. ]
I want to be good for you, daddy. I - I was made for your cock, for you to fuck, to keep... My body remembers that it was made for you.
[ Body twitching, limbs pulling, Yuji breathless, needy. Wanting. ]
It really does remember. [ Suguru purrs his approval as he leans back to luxuriate in the pretty picture Yuji makes – wearing Suguru's ropes, bound and vulnerable and needy, his hole clutching at Suguru's fingers.
Instead of the exploratory fingering, Suguru turns his wrist, fingers curling up towards Yuji's navel and seeking out the spongy texture of his prostate. The ropes won't let Yuji go far without effectively thwarting his own squirming, but Suguru still keeps his free hand on the boy's stomach, above his cock, pressing Yuji down into the demanding probe.
He intends to reach for the conveniently curved plug waiting where Suguru had placed the lube, but he can never deny the opportunity to torment his boy a little. ]
My good, sweet baby boy~ It's so hard to resist fucking you right away when you're so ready to please Daddy.
[ It works exactly as Suguru intends, of course, the way his fingers press and explore, Yuji's body instinctively trying to grind down but not being able to move, a mixture of rope and the hand on him keeping him solidly in place. He's entirely at Suguru's mercy, and it makes him groan softly, head tilted back. Suguru could do whatever he wanted, and Yuji thinks... That might be okay with him.
He knows his dominant, though, and shifts, turning his head so he can lift to look at him, eyes dark and filled with want, just for this man.
This is torture, but the most delicious kind, leaving Yuji yearning, wanting, burning for something that he knows he's not going to get for a while longer. ]
Daddy... [ His fingers flex absently as best they can, breathing intense, heavy. ] It's too good...
[ Incredible. Perfect submission that feels like a gift, leaving Suguru no room to doubt how much Yuji is enjoying himself. Yuji has gotten so much better at communicating his limits, in much the same way Suguru has learned to read Yuji's body language more precisely, to respond to the signals and cues before Yuji reaches a point of needing the brake lever. Not because Suguru wants to avoid discomfort for Yuji, but rather, the boundaries are familiar instead of something Suguru is feeling out. ]
Beautiful. [ Exhaling on a pleased sigh, Suguru kisses Yuji's sternum, deviating from his stomach and plucking up the nearby plug. ]
Daddy's going to keep you full while he plays with you tonight, baby boy. [ He lifts the toy within Yuji's line of vision, showing off its simple curve and blunt head that promises to sit perfectly against Yuji's prostate. Drawing his fingers free, Suguru's lube-covered hand takes the plug, making it easy for Suguru to drizzle more slick over the black silicone. He doesn't leave Yuji empty for long, bringing the plug back down to rub and nudge at Yuji's hole. ]
Tell Daddy what the rules are for coming, baby. [ Suguru teases Yuji with the toy, barely sinking into him before Suguru retracts it again, fucking Yuji with the thickest point without allowing those desperate muscles to suck down the rest. Yet. ]
[ This is the kind of thing that Yuji had never been aware that he would like so much.
Submission had become something fun, exciting, not just expected: he had a natural tendency for it that led to him sliding to his knees easily enough, but that doesn't mean that everyone deserved for him to give it to them. Suguru had taught him to respect his own boundaries, to say what he wants, to communicate, and when he's uncomfortable he has the confidence in knowing that he can say his words and that he'll be taken care of
Suguru will take care of him.
The toy slides into him, and Yuji gasps, twisting in his bonds. It's not enough, nothing close to being as good as his daddy's cock sliding into him, but he knew it wasn't going to be that easy. He's going to be teased a little bit, and he doesn't mind that at all, loving the struggle of stopping himself from coming, the knowledge that everything he possesses is for Suguru to use.
Tilting his head back, he hisses a soft noise. ]
I can only come when you tell me I can, daddy.
[ Biting his lip, then soothing it with his tongue. ]
[ And Suguru rewards him by letting the toy sink fully into Yuji's body, swallowed whole until the flared ends sit flush against skin. It's not meant to be an extensive stretch, not a challenge issued (this time), but just something to maintain persistent and unrelenting pressure against Yuji's prostate while Suguru sees just how long he can edge his sweet sub. ]
And you'll come no matter how many times Daddy wants you to, won't you?
[ He drags his thumb up the thick vein running along the underside of Yuji's cock, sliding down again to trace the silicone cockring keeping his boy so easily accessible, so perfectly at attention. ]
If Daddy wants to make his baby come over and over again, you'll do just what Daddy says, hm?
[ Suguru's wireless hitachi waits within reach, but the way he bends over his sub, kissing his sternum, his chest, his belly, brings his mouth closer to Yuji's patiently waiting dick. Suguru has such a deep fondness for denying someone's orgasm before relentlessly working every single one out until they can't continue, and he delights in how determined Yuji always seems to be to meet Suguru's demands. ]
[ The praise makes him light up, cheeks warm and excited as he lets Suguru push the toy into him. Unlike before, where his covered eyes had stressed his body too much, this was all good. The restraints, watching his dominant move, feeling his hands shift and touch and tease him… It’s as if his body was a canvas and fireworks were being set off. He feels so completely owned.
Breathing out, he nods his head.
Multiple orgasms aren’t new for Yuji, not when he’d been young when he’d started submitting, but it’s still a little new for him and Suguru. He wonders how many he intends to drag out of him, heart thudding in his chest. It’s an idea that makes him burn for more, especially when Suguru keeps touching him.
His daddy’s mouth is right there, and Yuji can feel himself twitching. Desperate. ]
I’ll be so good for you, I promise. I’ll come as many times as you want me to, daddy, and I’ll thank you.
[ Yuji's pliant mewls and promises are music to Suguru's ears, sweeter than any note by any instrument. Especially because these are played by Suguru's own fingers, his own mouth, and Suguru is blindingly eager to coax more forth. What kind of symphony will Yuji share tonight? ]
That's my good boy.
[ Suguru's good boy.
And Suguru straightens up again, closing his big hands around Yuji's hips and physically dragging the submissive forward as Suguru slides off the bed. It shifts Yuji's weight onto his shoulders, one leg bowing to the side, the other pulling at Yuji's chest harness; the ropes bite into pale skin, and Suguru smiles wickedly as he presses a kiss to Yuji's thigh. He can bend over Yuji this way, and he can get on his knees for better access to the boy's waiting cock.
Reaching up to tug his hairtie free, Suguru starts gathering up his impressive mane of hair, twisting it into a bun to keep it all out of the way for the next part. ]
Tell me if you start to lose feeling in your arms or any rope shifts to pinch something.
[ And then Suguru is leaning over Yuji, one hand resting on the bed, the other steadying his submissive's cock to allow Suguru to seamlessly seal his lips around the head and sink down. No gag reflex in sight, Suguru doesn't stop until his mouth meets Yuji's pelvis, that pretty cock tucked snugly in his throat.
[ It's incredibly arousing, the way that Suguru can move and manipulate him, shifting him to wherever he wants to be - placing him here and there and Yuji can't do anything to stop it. He's incredibly strong by nature, thick muscles and huge strength, and it makes him want more of it. He likes the idea of his dominant being that much stronger, or himself giving up that much power, shaking him with the burst of pleasure.
The ropes bite and pull, scraping against his skin, but it's not bad. He kind of likes it, the way that it bites into him, the way that he can feel the marks. It might leave little scrapes on his skin, but nothing like the harsh, painful bruises from chains and handcuffs. It's a good difference.
Tilting his head so that he can watch Suguru, Yuji nods. ]
I promise, daddy. I'll say it.
[ He might be able to handle it for a brief moment, but that's not what Suguru wants from him -
all thoughts are derailed, of course, as soon as Suguru leans down and takes him into his mouth.
His body jerks, trying to shift to rock into the hot, wet mouth, but he can't do anything but lie there and take it, head tilted back as he moans. The ring around his cock makes the feeling of orgasm feel impossible to reach, twinned with the knowledge that he can't come without permission, and he can feel himself getting overwhelmed almost instantly. There's something about his daddy's mouth...
Eyes dark, lidded, staring at Suguru, Yuji almost pants with his desire. ]
[ When Yuji arrived at his home, Suguru was unsurprised that Yuji didn't have a lot of experience with receiving oral. Many dominants find oral to be the responsibility of a submissive: a submissive is obligated to please their dominant, and their mouth is simply an available avenue. In another vein, using a submissive's mouth is a means of degradation, humiliation, and establishing dominance. Thus, some dominants view any position that puts them "below" their submissive to be inherently too submissive for any D-role. The prevailing social attitudes vacillate enough that it's considered more of a "philosophical" question that's defined by an individual dominant, rather than common practice, so Suguru has never personally encountered resistance to his preferences for, well, sucking cock.
Suguru would argue many dominants fail to grasp the opportunity presented to them with oral; they're lacking creativity, in Suguru's opinion. Pleasure is easy to control when it involves his mouth, his tongue, and his throat. He can feel every pulse of pleasure from Yuji. He can taste when his boy is getting close. Which makes it so easy to retract all of that stimulation as soon as Suguru wants. Or to double-down and force his submissive to endure for Suguru's own sadistic satisfaction. He can grab Yuji, exert his power over the boy, all while on his knees. It's no less an act of dominance just because he's the one with the dick in his mouth.
And like the perfect angel that he is, Yuji is panting, moaning, trembling in the unrelenting grasp of Suguru's ropes. Oh, Suguru loves it so much. He loves Yuji so much.
Suguru allows himself to enjoy the way Yuji fits in his throat, humming with approval as he lingers, content to hold his breath before his lips vibrate their way back up. He leaves a sheen of spit behind, the slide so smooth, no catch of teeth, no choking as he effortlessly swallows Yuji down again. It's clear this is something Suguru has enjoyed for a long time, and much like the ropework, blowjobs are a practiced art to him. ]
[ It feels good, of course it does, but more than that is the fact that he is being so well taken care of. Submission, to Yuji, had been about servitude - giving his all to his master, letting them do whatever they pleased, doing whatever was necessary to earn favour and praise, as sparingly as it might be given. The idea of being given something like this simply for the sake of it feeling good, not as a barely-there reward or an incentive... it's brand new to him.
There's no way he ever would've had anything this good before Suguru.
The downside of this is, of course, that it feels incredible, and as he tries to keep control of himself he has to try and not snap into pieces. He's not allowed to come, even if he would be able to through the ring that's wrapped around him, and it means that it's an ongoing torture, one that makes him bite his lip hard enough he thinks he could draw blood. It's fantastic, it's amazing, and Suguru is ruining him with it. Is this how his daddy feels when Yuji is on his knees for him...?
Leaning back, he groans softly, body shaking with his desire. ]
[ Yuji responds beautifully for his dominant, and Suguru always glows with amazement to see and hear and feel his boy reacting. The sound of his voice, the gorgeous way his body trembles in the ropes, the throbbing of his cock on Suguru's tongue — it's fucking addictive. Being able to pull his boy apart so thoroughly, so wickedly: Suguru loves it.
Suguru keeps one hand on Yuji's thigh, pushing his legs open as the other drifts down, teasingly nudging the base of Yuji's plug. There's a vibrating function, but he isn't touching it yet.
Head bobbing, tongue curling and darting on his way up, down, finding a rhythm that's neither fast nor slow; it lets Suguru savor every slide, every pulse of pleasure. He knows Yuji will warn him whenever he starts getting close, and Suguru is happy to find the perfect pace to milk more of those beautiful moans from his boy. ]
[ It keeps pulling at him, the pleasure wonderful, and Yuji thinks - this is how it is meant to be, what he had dreamed of, in all those stories, in all the things that had been whispered to him. Absently, in the back of his mind, he thinks about his grandpa, how he wanted him to be happy, to be strong, to be around good people, and he thinks this must be it. This must be how it feels to find that kind of happiness, and it warms him in a way that makes him yearn.
Shivering, Yuji reaches down, stroking his fingers against Suguru's head, biting back his soft sighs and moans before... he shivers, leaning back. ]
Daddy, daddy please, I'm close, and I don't have permission, I don't want to...
[ He doesn't want to have any kind of orgasm without being told he can, cock ring or otherwise. It's torturous. ]
[ Just as quickly as Yuji warns Suguru, the dominant draws his lips up, up and away, abandoning the plug and simply gripping Yuji's thighs in both hands. He leaves the submissive's cock wet and throbbing in the open air, but his mouth doesn't still. ]
Good boyyyy... [ He rumbles the praise into Yuji's skin, following kisses up his stomach as his broad palms sweep over Yuji's legs, avoiding anywhere particularly sensitive – but instead, offering praise as he lets the orgasm wean away. ]
Beg me for my mouth again when you can take more for Daddy. [ Another edge, another close call – Suguru intends to repeat this process until his submissive absolutely can't stand it any longer. ]
[ The speed with which Suguru pulls away from his cock has Yuji crying out, fingers twitching and body shaking in his bindings, hips trying to rock up and chase the feeling. He can't do that, of course, he can't just push and fuck up and get what he wants, this is something, something he wants to do well. He wants to prove himself to his daddy, and he shivers as he licks his lips and forces himself to calm down.
Each touch feels electric, and he blinks as tears well up in his eyes, making him want more. So much more... He wants to come. But he can wait - especially since they've barely started. ]
Ah, yeah... Okay, just a minute, please?
[ Leaning back, sinking into the rope, trying to calm himself down even as Suguru keeps stroking his fingers over his skin. It takes a few moments, enough that Yuji almost feels bad for it, but then he's nodding his head, huffing a soft sound. ]
[ Suguru, on the other hand, is far from bothered by the waiting – if only because he doesn't actually have to do much "waiting." He keeps his hands active, his mouth trailing kisses and little licks and nips across Yuji's skin. He avoids anything too sensitive, giving his boy a chance to ease away from coming (while still entertaining himself).
But once Yuji nods, Suguru's mouth travels lower. If his boy can handle more, Suguru will give it to him, but—
Instead of sliding Yuji's cock right back into place, Suguru kisses Yuji's inner thigh above a band of rope. ]
Then beg for another edge, baby boy. [ He smirks from between Yuji's legs. ]
Beg Daddy to get you close and take it away again.
[ It comes out as a soft whine, but Yuji knows what he needs to do. It's not the first time he's had to beg for Suguru to give him what he wants, and it absolutely won't be the last time. There's something a little novel and exciting about it, about the way he gives into it, and it makes him feel blissed, intense, overwhelmed. Licking his lips, he tilts his head a little, breathless.
Soft kisses against his skin have his dick twitching, wanting, and he nods his head. ]
Please... Daddy, I need it so much, I want to feel your mouth on my cock, to almost make me come, to make me so desperate for it. I want to make you so proud of me, for stopping, until I can't take it any more.
[ He tilts his head back, swallowing the breathless sounds he feels. ]
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ropes!! ROPES!
Last time, Yuji had been too nervous to worry about it, to let his mind settle into that quiet, calm space that comes hand in hand with the work of a dominant, his mind a fuzzy mess because he knew what was coming. A blindfold, the loss of senses, the panic... Wanting to be good enough, but not being sure how he can be. It's different, this time, because he realises that it doesn't matter, he is good enough, and Suguru wants him.
Suguru wants to keep him, even if he fumbles in this. There will be a next time, because Suguru loves him.
It means he can let his body be twisted and twined, he can allow himself to be nudged one way and the other, permitted the tighter coil of the rope, the way the ring around his cock has him twitching, the slight ache in his muscles. It feels good, and he's glad he chose to trust Suguru in this, because he does like this.
They really are compatible. He had been worried...
Brought out of his thoughts, his head tilts up to look at his dominant, slipping into the role too easily, as he always does. This is where he was meant to be, trussed up and pretty for Suguru, ready to take whatever he can offer him, anything that he wants. It makes him feel... Good. ]
Hm...? [ Losing the thought for a moment, Yuji gasps softly, rocking his hips a little, feeling the pull of the rope, the way he can't move. Oh. ] Green, daddy. I'm green.
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Good boy.
[ Suguru leans close, pressing a kiss to Yuji's forehead before he draws away, reaching instead for the bottle of lubricant he has nearby. ]
Hmm, seeing you like this, I think I'm going to order some ropes in red. [ Suguru speaks almost conversationally as he uncaps the lube, squeezing a healthy helping onto his fingers. He works the viscous liquid around, warming it, smearing it, before he reaches down between Yuji's legs. Behind his balls, so adorably snug with the cockring in place, to trace the rim of Yuji's hole. ]
They'll match your skintone beautifully – and my pretty slut will look even prettier. [ And he sounds so casual as he slides one digit into Yuji, slick and without pause because he knows his boy can take it. ]
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The kiss, too, makes him smile.
Settling into it, Yuji swallows, licking his lips. Suguru hasn't ordered him to be quiet, hasn't asked him to lie back and keep his mouth shut, and that means he can respond to those idle comments, he's allowed to speak, to breathe out his soft noises, to moan... It all feels good. ]
I want to look pretty. Can we pick some together...? I want to see all the kinds, so I can learn what daddy likes best.
[ Because he wants to be a good boy for him - and he moans, body shifting as the finger slips into him, and it feels so easy because it is, Yuji accustomed to taking Suguru's cock now. ]
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Then we'll pick together, baby. Daddy will teach you everything so you're the perfect little rope bunny for him.
[ Such an appealing thought, too. Yuji in the different textures and colors of rope, different ties that Suguru already knows and potentially learning more... Yuji is speaking to a very specific niche of his kinks, and he appreciates it greatly. ]
But you know you're already the perfect whore for Daddy. You take Daddy's cock so well that I barely have to work you open anymore, see? [ He coos to Yuji as he rests his other hand on the boy's belly, delighting in the quivers beneath as his second finger joins the first, pressing in and spreading, flexing more for the benefit of smearing around the lube than because he's trying to coax those muscles to relax. ]
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He knows they'll take care of each other in all the ways that matter.
Just like this, Suguru's fingers sinking into him, teasing him a little, not really doing anything to bring him pleasure, not wanting to make Yuji get anywhere close to coming, but stretching him and teasing him. It doesn't seem to hit his cock that this is a tease, though, because it's twitching, even as he licks his lips and nods his head. ]
I want to be good for you, daddy. I - I was made for your cock, for you to fuck, to keep... My body remembers that it was made for you.
[ Body twitching, limbs pulling, Yuji breathless, needy. Wanting. ]
Your hands feel so nice.
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Instead of the exploratory fingering, Suguru turns his wrist, fingers curling up towards Yuji's navel and seeking out the spongy texture of his prostate. The ropes won't let Yuji go far without effectively thwarting his own squirming, but Suguru still keeps his free hand on the boy's stomach, above his cock, pressing Yuji down into the demanding probe.
He intends to reach for the conveniently curved plug waiting where Suguru had placed the lube, but he can never deny the opportunity to torment his boy a little. ]
My good, sweet baby boy~ It's so hard to resist fucking you right away when you're so ready to please Daddy.
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He knows his dominant, though, and shifts, turning his head so he can lift to look at him, eyes dark and filled with want, just for this man.
This is torture, but the most delicious kind, leaving Yuji yearning, wanting, burning for something that he knows he's not going to get for a while longer. ]
Daddy... [ His fingers flex absently as best they can, breathing intense, heavy. ] It's too good...
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Beautiful. [ Exhaling on a pleased sigh, Suguru kisses Yuji's sternum, deviating from his stomach and plucking up the nearby plug. ]
Daddy's going to keep you full while he plays with you tonight, baby boy. [ He lifts the toy within Yuji's line of vision, showing off its simple curve and blunt head that promises to sit perfectly against Yuji's prostate. Drawing his fingers free, Suguru's lube-covered hand takes the plug, making it easy for Suguru to drizzle more slick over the black silicone. He doesn't leave Yuji empty for long, bringing the plug back down to rub and nudge at Yuji's hole. ]
Tell Daddy what the rules are for coming, baby. [ Suguru teases Yuji with the toy, barely sinking into him before Suguru retracts it again, fucking Yuji with the thickest point without allowing those desperate muscles to suck down the rest. Yet. ]
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Submission had become something fun, exciting, not just expected: he had a natural tendency for it that led to him sliding to his knees easily enough, but that doesn't mean that everyone deserved for him to give it to them. Suguru had taught him to respect his own boundaries, to say what he wants, to communicate, and when he's uncomfortable he has the confidence in knowing that he can say his words and that he'll be taken care of
Suguru will take care of him.
The toy slides into him, and Yuji gasps, twisting in his bonds. It's not enough, nothing close to being as good as his daddy's cock sliding into him, but he knew it wasn't going to be that easy. He's going to be teased a little bit, and he doesn't mind that at all, loving the struggle of stopping himself from coming, the knowledge that everything he possesses is for Suguru to use.
Tilting his head back, he hisses a soft noise. ]
I can only come when you tell me I can, daddy.
[ Biting his lip, then soothing it with his tongue. ]
I need permission.
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[ And Suguru rewards him by letting the toy sink fully into Yuji's body, swallowed whole until the flared ends sit flush against skin. It's not meant to be an extensive stretch, not a challenge issued (this time), but just something to maintain persistent and unrelenting pressure against Yuji's prostate while Suguru sees just how long he can edge his sweet sub. ]
And you'll come no matter how many times Daddy wants you to, won't you?
[ He drags his thumb up the thick vein running along the underside of Yuji's cock, sliding down again to trace the silicone cockring keeping his boy so easily accessible, so perfectly at attention. ]
If Daddy wants to make his baby come over and over again, you'll do just what Daddy says, hm?
[ Suguru's wireless hitachi waits within reach, but the way he bends over his sub, kissing his sternum, his chest, his belly, brings his mouth closer to Yuji's patiently waiting dick. Suguru has such a deep fondness for denying someone's orgasm before relentlessly working every single one out until they can't continue, and he delights in how determined Yuji always seems to be to meet Suguru's demands. ]
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Breathing out, he nods his head.
Multiple orgasms aren’t new for Yuji, not when he’d been young when he’d started submitting, but it’s still a little new for him and Suguru. He wonders how many he intends to drag out of him, heart thudding in his chest. It’s an idea that makes him burn for more, especially when Suguru keeps touching him.
His daddy’s mouth is right there, and Yuji can feel himself twitching. Desperate. ]
I’ll be so good for you, I promise. I’ll come as many times as you want me to, daddy, and I’ll thank you.
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That's my good boy.
[ Suguru's good boy.
And Suguru straightens up again, closing his big hands around Yuji's hips and physically dragging the submissive forward as Suguru slides off the bed. It shifts Yuji's weight onto his shoulders, one leg bowing to the side, the other pulling at Yuji's chest harness; the ropes bite into pale skin, and Suguru smiles wickedly as he presses a kiss to Yuji's thigh. He can bend over Yuji this way, and he can get on his knees for better access to the boy's waiting cock.
Reaching up to tug his hairtie free, Suguru starts gathering up his impressive mane of hair, twisting it into a bun to keep it all out of the way for the next part. ]
Tell me if you start to lose feeling in your arms or any rope shifts to pinch something.
[ And then Suguru is leaning over Yuji, one hand resting on the bed, the other steadying his submissive's cock to allow Suguru to seamlessly seal his lips around the head and sink down. No gag reflex in sight, Suguru doesn't stop until his mouth meets Yuji's pelvis, that pretty cock tucked snugly in his throat.
Super easy. Barely an inconvenience. ]
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The ropes bite and pull, scraping against his skin, but it's not bad. He kind of likes it, the way that it bites into him, the way that he can feel the marks. It might leave little scrapes on his skin, but nothing like the harsh, painful bruises from chains and handcuffs. It's a good difference.
Tilting his head so that he can watch Suguru, Yuji nods. ]
I promise, daddy. I'll say it.
[ He might be able to handle it for a brief moment, but that's not what Suguru wants from him -
all thoughts are derailed, of course, as soon as Suguru leans down and takes him into his mouth.
His body jerks, trying to shift to rock into the hot, wet mouth, but he can't do anything but lie there and take it, head tilted back as he moans. The ring around his cock makes the feeling of orgasm feel impossible to reach, twinned with the knowledge that he can't come without permission, and he can feel himself getting overwhelmed almost instantly. There's something about his daddy's mouth...
Eyes dark, lidded, staring at Suguru, Yuji almost pants with his desire. ]
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Suguru would argue many dominants fail to grasp the opportunity presented to them with oral; they're lacking creativity, in Suguru's opinion. Pleasure is easy to control when it involves his mouth, his tongue, and his throat. He can feel every pulse of pleasure from Yuji. He can taste when his boy is getting close. Which makes it so easy to retract all of that stimulation as soon as Suguru wants. Or to double-down and force his submissive to endure for Suguru's own sadistic satisfaction. He can grab Yuji, exert his power over the boy, all while on his knees. It's no less an act of dominance just because he's the one with the dick in his mouth.
And like the perfect angel that he is, Yuji is panting, moaning, trembling in the unrelenting grasp of Suguru's ropes. Oh, Suguru loves it so much. He loves Yuji so much.
Suguru allows himself to enjoy the way Yuji fits in his throat, humming with approval as he lingers, content to hold his breath before his lips vibrate their way back up. He leaves a sheen of spit behind, the slide so smooth, no catch of teeth, no choking as he effortlessly swallows Yuji down again. It's clear this is something Suguru has enjoyed for a long time, and much like the ropework, blowjobs are a practiced art to him. ]
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There's no way he ever would've had anything this good before Suguru.
The downside of this is, of course, that it feels incredible, and as he tries to keep control of himself he has to try and not snap into pieces. He's not allowed to come, even if he would be able to through the ring that's wrapped around him, and it means that it's an ongoing torture, one that makes him bite his lip hard enough he thinks he could draw blood. It's fantastic, it's amazing, and Suguru is ruining him with it. Is this how his daddy feels when Yuji is on his knees for him...?
Leaning back, he groans softly, body shaking with his desire. ]
Daddy... Ah... Ah -
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[ Yuji responds beautifully for his dominant, and Suguru always glows with amazement to see and hear and feel his boy reacting. The sound of his voice, the gorgeous way his body trembles in the ropes, the throbbing of his cock on Suguru's tongue — it's fucking addictive. Being able to pull his boy apart so thoroughly, so wickedly: Suguru loves it.
Suguru keeps one hand on Yuji's thigh, pushing his legs open as the other drifts down, teasingly nudging the base of Yuji's plug. There's a vibrating function, but he isn't touching it yet.
Head bobbing, tongue curling and darting on his way up, down, finding a rhythm that's neither fast nor slow; it lets Suguru savor every slide, every pulse of pleasure. He knows Yuji will warn him whenever he starts getting close, and Suguru is happy to find the perfect pace to milk more of those beautiful moans from his boy. ]
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Shivering, Yuji reaches down, stroking his fingers against Suguru's head, biting back his soft sighs and moans before... he shivers, leaning back. ]
Daddy, daddy please, I'm close, and I don't have permission, I don't want to...
[ He doesn't want to have any kind of orgasm without being told he can, cock ring or otherwise. It's torturous. ]
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Good boyyyy... [ He rumbles the praise into Yuji's skin, following kisses up his stomach as his broad palms sweep over Yuji's legs, avoiding anywhere particularly sensitive – but instead, offering praise as he lets the orgasm wean away. ]
Beg me for my mouth again when you can take more for Daddy. [ Another edge, another close call – Suguru intends to repeat this process until his submissive absolutely can't stand it any longer. ]
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Each touch feels electric, and he blinks as tears well up in his eyes, making him want more. So much more... He wants to come. But he can wait - especially since they've barely started. ]
Ah, yeah... Okay, just a minute, please?
[ Leaning back, sinking into the rope, trying to calm himself down even as Suguru keeps stroking his fingers over his skin. It takes a few moments, enough that Yuji almost feels bad for it, but then he's nodding his head, huffing a soft sound. ]
I'm okay?
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But once Yuji nods, Suguru's mouth travels lower. If his boy can handle more, Suguru will give it to him, but—
Instead of sliding Yuji's cock right back into place, Suguru kisses Yuji's inner thigh above a band of rope. ]
Then beg for another edge, baby boy. [ He smirks from between Yuji's legs. ]
Beg Daddy to get you close and take it away again.
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[ It comes out as a soft whine, but Yuji knows what he needs to do. It's not the first time he's had to beg for Suguru to give him what he wants, and it absolutely won't be the last time. There's something a little novel and exciting about it, about the way he gives into it, and it makes him feel blissed, intense, overwhelmed. Licking his lips, he tilts his head a little, breathless.
Soft kisses against his skin have his dick twitching, wanting, and he nods his head. ]
Please... Daddy, I need it so much, I want to feel your mouth on my cock, to almost make me come, to make me so desperate for it. I want to make you so proud of me, for stopping, until I can't take it any more.
[ He tilts his head back, swallowing the breathless sounds he feels. ]
I need you so much.