The more he came back to reality, the more he became aware of various details. The knee and thigh wedged between his own as he lay on his side, and the wiry hair along them that tickled his skin were welcome. The arm that was snugly wrapped around his waist, hand splayed out over his bare stomach, fingers stroking along the edge of his own patch of wiry curls had him throbbing against the bunched blankets. Hot breath on his neck, and the feeling of his arms stretched over his head, wrists bound tightly to the corner post with what he was guessing were his own boxers had him begging before he was even aware he could speak.
"Yuushi," he moaned pleadingly, shifting eagerly against him, migraine forgotten, Eiji forgotten, unable to focus on anything but wanting the other man to move. "Please… feels so good…"
Yuushi laughed softly against his neck and pulled back before pressing forward again, the arm around Oishi's waist pulling him roughly back into Yuushi's hips. It was heaven, as far as Oishi was concerned, and he tightened around Yuushi in reaction, clinging to him as he pulled back and thrust again. Before long, Oishi's entire world had devolved to begging for the next thrust and whimpering and moaning in pleasure when it arrived. He was perilously close to the edge before long, and holding off desperately, biting his lower lip.
"Already, Syuichirou?" Yuushi asked him teasingly, his hand ghosting over Oishi's cock in wicked little brushing touches. "You're going to have to hold off for a bit for me. I like seeing you suffer too much."
The snap of painfully tight leather around him had Oishi bucking and whimpering for different reasons. It hurt, in a soul-searing way, to be restrained from peaking so brutally, but another part of him was able to relax now, and buck against Yuushi's hand eagerly, clearly begging for more attention. The bite at the back of his neck and the tight hand wrapping around him were all that Oishi needed to be able to lose himself completely in the combination of pleasure and torment Yuushi enjoyed creating for him. His arms strained against the fabric tying him to the bed and he moaned with every thrust and stroke, his face flushed, head falling back to rest on Yuushi's shoulder, eyes closed.
"Look at me, Syuichirou." Yuushi rarely gave him sharp orders, and so his eyes snapped open immediately, looking for and finding Yuushi's, focusing on him completely. It was almost hypnotic, the intensity of his gaze, and Oishi felt himself blush, even as he continued to moan. "You should never let anyone get you that upset. What they think about this doesn't matter in the least."
His hips started to move faster as his hand tightened around Oishi's cock, pulling it roughly in long, dragging strokes. It was all Oishi could do to keep his eyes from crossing at the sensations, and his approval was clear from the way his hips snapped back to meet Yuushi's every thrust eagerly before thrusting forward again into his hand. He hadn't realized Yuushi was so upset over the state he'd been in, and he was going to suffer, in his own way, for it. If he'd been a cat, he would have purred in pleasure.
"The only person you should worry about pleasing is me, Syuichirou." Yuushi slammed into him with that, harder and rougher than before, teeth biting into the side of his neck, hard enough to leave a mark easily. Oishi whimpered and shuddered as Yuushi sucked roughly on the bite mark before pulling back. "Only me."
Oishi nodded in agreement, lost in the sensations Yuushi was causing in his body, only to be brought back sharply with the rough pinching of a sensitive nipple. Eyes widening, he shuddered at the sensation, which was promptly repeated on the other side. The pain was sharp, but blended perfectly into the other sensations.
"Tell me, Syuichirou, or I'll keep you like this all night." Yuushi bite the nape of his neck, leaving another stinging mark he knew would darken and bruise. Oishi tried to hold out, loving the mix of pleasure and pain, and wanting to draw it out, but the look in Yuushi's eyes was so intense, he quickly surrendered completely.
"Only you." Oishi turned his head to nuzzle against Yuushi's cheek. "I only want to please you, Yuushi."
The look of dark satisfaction on Yuushi's face was all Oishi needed to see to know he'd done the right thing. He had a moment to doubt that as Yuushi pulled out of him suddenly and the hand that had been so tightly wrapped around him vanished. If the rush of shifting limbs between them hadn't distracted him, he might have been nervous. Instead he simply obeyed, and found himself kneeling above Yuushi, his hands clenching the headboard of the bed, now free, with Yuushi's hands tight on his hips as he thrust up into him.
From there, Oishi was lost in new sensation, with Yuushi pushing deeper into him than he had before. Having control over the speed was amazing, and having Yuushi thrust up to meet him every time his hips moved down was enough to push him beyond moaning and into shuddering, wailing and begging. In less than a minute he was reduced to a wanton, shameless whore and he loved every minute of it.
When Yuushi finally removed the constraining band and resumed stroking him, it was all Oishi could do not to yell sharply in pleasure, which he would have done in Yuushi's apartment. Instead, he chanted Yuushi's name softly under his breath, eyes glazed with pleasure, before the world exploded and Yuushi drove up into him that one last time, filling him as he shuddered beneath him. What he knew he'd probably never forget was the word that echoed through the room softly as Yuushi peaked, his arms so tightly wound around him that they hurt.
"Mine." Oishi liked the sound of that a lot.