From the kink meme; "Anal plugs worn in public", Yusuke/Keiko/Kurama

"Does it hurt?"

Kurama smiled softly, cocking his head, sipping his tea with a perfectly calm expression, "Not yet, ma'am," he murmered. Keiko smiled back, looked over her menu.

"You'll let us know if it's too much?" Yusuke's voice was calm as he surveyed the menu, trying to find at least a sandwich that didn't break the bank."

The kitsune read the wine list seemingly casually, "I will pay. Please...order whatever you like, Mr and Mrs Urameshi," his eyes were fevered, sparkling gold.

"Aw," Keiko tsked softly, stroking his calf with her bare foot, slipped from her high heel, "thank you, pet..."

"My pleasure, madam," he smirked, too confidant for one in his situation, "Master, what do you think?"

"I think you're trying to bribe us into going easy on you," the former detective grinned, slapping his menu closed, "And I think this would be much more fun at our place."

Kurama nodded once, accepting the paper slipped into his palm. He would pay after the meal and meet them within an hour at home. Simple enough. Kurama sipped his wine thoughtfully. He wondered if it would take the full hour ...

*** (scene)

Kurama was late

It was unusual, but not unheard of. The Yoko was very aware of what an hour was in the human world. He had a very good concept of obedience, and when it was violated, he was punished.

Which only proved to his Owners that hw expected, even craved, pain.

So. It would be given and received.

"Kurama," Keiko whispered, stroking his bound arms, "Tsk...why so late?"

"I...do not know," the Kitsune sighed, already arching against the plug he had been wearing that evening, "But it hurts."

"We know," Yusuke massaged Kurama's thighs, kissing aging bruises, "But I'd like to know why you wanted to be late...why you didn't want to listen this time..."

"I am...tired of being human," Kurama hissed, lip curling to show a fang, "I want to be myself again..."

Keiko smiled, nipping his neck. She savored his lips as they fell to her breasts, suckling softly, "Aaah," she moaned, "good Yoko..."

He opened his legs to Yusuke's hands. "It'll hurt," the mazukou bit into a prominant hip bone.

"Yes," Kurama arched, accepting Keiko's lips upon his, "I know..."

The pain and pleasure, mingling, confusing, kept him grounded.

"You will wear this," Keiko straightened his tie lovingly, "Until one of us says it can be removed."

Shifting, Kurama tried to adjust the fullness of the new plug.

Yusuke smiled, kissing his neck, "We'll be seeing you tomorrow. And if you stay late again," he gestured toward the small remote on the bed, "I don't think you want your department wondering what the buzzing sounds are..."

Kurama smiled, popped his neck, kissed them both goodbye.

No, he would not be late...