The creaking sound of the bed has never ceased to unnerve him. He clenches his teeth, and tries so hard hard to think about other things. Over and over again, the same scene, the red head blindfolds him, and he, waiting for it all to end.
It has always been sex, just lousy sex that he's never enjoyed no matter how many times they do it. The first time he was so freaked out that he lashed out at the red and ended up chained in bed and was penetrated forcefully. It hurt so much that his behind bled and he fainted in the middle of their intercourse. He woke up the next morning with no one beside him. But it was a relief, he hated Mikoto Suoh with a passion, and having only a skin deep relationship, though he hated having anything to do with the man, was easier than having to go to war against him.
This is the same thing, the same sex, the same one sided lust coming from his nemesis, but he still can't get used to it. As the redhead teased his body, making him wet, arousing him, preparing him to be penetrated, his mind floats and grips on a memory of how all of it began.
The skies were gray and the men from both side stood facing each other, about to prepare for battle, Mikoto on his high horse rode towards the other party. Everyone was shocked, when he was about to cross the line separating both armies. Reishi mumbled something that made his men make way for the red king. Mikoto climbed down his horse and to everyone's surprise he knelt in front of Reishi, the blue King and announced his loyalty.
"You are my my King, my Diety. I pledge my loyalty and devote my life to serving you.. I am yours, your highness."
To Mikoto's men, it sounded like a proposal, which took them by surprise. He hated the blue king with a passion, coming into terms with him should have been impossible even more so pledging loyalty to him. Reishi didn't say anything, he was not expecting Mikoto to be serious of the compromise they came to. In exchange for the pact of both their countries, he would accompany him in bed. He agreed half heartedly, believing strongly that the red head was just playing with him. He's always been hot headed and takes everything he deems necessary for his people and his country, hence Reishi was expecting this to end in bloodshed. But Suoh Mikoto presently kneels before him, pledging loyalty to him. The Red King's men followed his example and knelt too, their fists to their hearts, their swords to the ground.
He never understood what the red King meant about "accompanying" him in bed until he was forcefully made to understand.
"Hnn.."
Reishi restraints his voice as Mikoto's fingers move in an undulation inside him. He thrusts them with force in the orifice of Reishi's behind. He lifts Reishi hips and starts licking him there. Reishi could feel all of it profoundly because of the blindfold. His face felt very hot that it felt like he was being burnt alive. His body became numb and precum was leaking out from the sceptre of his manhood. He was at the mercy of Mikoto's fingers.
"You like that? You're twitching.."
He didn't like the sensation Mikoto's tongue was giving him, it was wrong, all of it was wrong. How can you sleep with someone you hate?
"Stop.. Uh.."
Mikoto stretched his behind forcefully and licked it thoroughly. He kissed Reishi's balls of fury up to the length of his sceptre and put him all into his mouth. Reishi whimpered. It has always just been sex..He reminds himself.. Just a one sided lust with his nemesis..
"I'm going in.."
Reishi's hips were hurting like mad. Slowly, he felt Mikoto's hard manhood try to pry him open. It hurt. He could never get used to it. Tears start to stream down his face. He whimpered and tried so hard to mitigated the pain of being penetrated by thinking of other things. But immediately, he's brought back to reality. Mikoto likes to do him roughly. He likes to thrust deep inside him, moving in and out, fast paced, forcing him to let out his voice. He desperately searched for some pillows to grab on and bite. The pain was just too much. And by the time the red head finished, he would be left behind alone in bed as always disheveled and in a mess. Buried in the linen sheets and the pillows and the lingering smell of Mikoto and their sex.
It has always just been sex. Just their lower bodies connected and nothing else. And the bruises from Mikoto's bites and kiss marks left from their coarse sex as symbols of their tough love.