Mizuki wasn't always the dominant one, he was always top, but the two weren't the same really. Mizuki might not bottom, but he certainly wasn't the one in control, that was Sly, who directed the whole situation with tempting words and hands that guided hungrily, always sure to get what he wanted. But of course, sometimes the situation changed, which is how Sly found himself with his face and shoulders pressed into the cold tile, hands bound behind his back and his ass stuck into the air, full of Mizuki. The rope bit into his slim wrists with every deep thrust, face sliding across the floor as he gasped and squirmed uselessly, hands firm on his shoulders keeping him mostly in place. He couldn't see anything but the floor of the bar, table legs and unswept pieces of broken glass about all he could report. Not that he was paying much attention to the scenery, especially as Mizuki, sensing Sly's end approaching, panted and laughed breathily from behind him, reaching down his body to grip blue hair and tug hard, pulling him off the ground bodily.
"Tell me what you want." He hissed, ignoring Sly's moan of pain as his sensitive hair was treated so violently.
"H-" He gasped, pleasurable shocks running through his spine with every well-timed thrust counteracting the ache in his arms. "Harder."
"Harder what?" The hand tightened in his hair and Sly cried out, fingers scrabbling uselessly behind his back.
"Harder.. Master." He spat, gasping as he was released suddenly, head connecting with the floor hard and making white bursts appear before his eyes. The hands, back on his shoulders now, dug in their nails, scraping a red-hot trail down his sides before landing firmly on his hips, pressing in hard to soft flesh, undoubtedly leaving red-marks and later, bruises. There was a second of stillness as he groaned at the feeling of his skin tearing and raising in deep red welts as the nails scraped over pronounced ribs and settled in their new position. Before Mizuki began thrusting with renewed vigour, at least twice as fast as before, impaling himself into Sly's hot ass again and again, smirking as the blue haired boy moaned sluttily, trying to push backwards and straining against his bonds.
"Fuck- Miz-!" His gasps of appreciation were cut off as one of the hands left his hip, thrusting never slowing as Mizuki grabbed at his dick, leaking indecently, and began aggressively jacking him off.
"What was that, slave?" He asked, voice lusty in Sly's ear as he bent over him, breath hitching and failing as the friction on his dick increased, Sly's ass tightening as his climax approached.
"Master- Ah!" Sly just managed to correct his mistake as Mizuki sped up his thrusts again, his face and shoulders sliding on the floor, movement eased by the sweat that dripped down his scalp.
He jerked forwards violently as he came, rope digging into his wrists hard as he strained against it and gasped, feeling the hot fluid splash his stomach and drip stickily to the floor. To his surprise, as he panted and caught his breath, Mizuki pulled out, leaving his ass disappointingly empty and him whining for more. He tried to look behind him, but he couldn't twist his head that far, so he had no idea what the tanned bartender was doing. Was he going to finish himself off and cum on his back? Something he'd done before and apparently enjoyed, though Sly had been significantly less thrilled as he had to pull his t-shirt over the crusting liquid. So he wasn't at all prepared as the rope binding his wrists was grabbed and he was lifted to his knees, face leaving the floor suddenly and shoulders screaming in pain as they twisted unnaturally, arms forced out behind his back.
"You-" he managed to gasp, gritting his teeth at the stabs of pain that shot through his body as his arms supported his full weight, suddenly aware of the friction burns on his shoulders as the cool air hit them. "You didn't finish."
There was a dark chuckle from behind him, a noise usually more suited coming from Sly, and Mizuki's breath brushed his exposed neck as he stood. "What do you think you're here for, whore?"
Sly understood almost at once, not complaining as he was turned round, coming face to face with Mizuki's still hard dick, tanned hand stroking it absently as he smirked down at Sly.
"Well?" he asked, staring expectantly at the still-bound boy before him. "Suck."
Most people might object, complain about being treated like an object, but Sly loved it, smirking right back with lidded eyes and wetting his lips in preparation. It was going to be difficult with his hands bound, but he'd manage well enough, Mizuki was nearly finished anyway, having been buried in his ass minutes ago, so it shouldn't take long.
"Whatever you want," he leered, looking up at Mizuki with lusty eyes, deliberately sounding out each word slowly, "Master." He almost laughed as Mizuki's dick twitched as he spoke, owners breaths becoming more shallow as the title aroused him further. Without waiting for a reply, Sly, with some difficulty and head manoeuvring, slid his pink lips around Mizuki's hot flesh, trying not to gag as the bartender's hips jerked forwards and he groaned.
"Fuck," he bit his lip, head tilted backwards as Sly's tongue licked up the shaft and teased at his weeping slit, familiar with his sensitive areas by now and using his knowledge to great effect. "God, you're such a slut."
Despite Sly's dick hanging limp between his legs, the degrading comment made his breath hitch and his throat tighten involuntarily on Mizuki's dick as he whimpered softly, sound muffled by the flesh in his stuffed mouth. He could tell Mizuki was close as he began thrusting forwards into Sly's moist mouth, breath coming in ragged gasps and needy moans. He angled his head the best he could, unable to use his hands as well, he tried to take as much of Mizuki's substantially sized dick as his throat would allow. His eyes were watering as he bobbed his head furiously, tongue lapping and swirling and pressing under the head, barely given any warning as Mizuki came. Warm liquid flooded his mouth, making him gag and choke, some of it trickling down his chin as the bartenders dick twitched in his mouth, growing limp but still not pulling out.
"Swallow, whore." He commanded, forcing Sly to look up by grabbing his chin harshly with one hand and finally pulling back, giving Sly no choice but to swallow the bitter liquid that filled his mouth. Mizuki grinned as he backed away, petting Sly's hair condescendingly and chuckling weakly as he recovered from his orgasm. "What a good slave you are."
"Untie me." Sly ordered, licking the drying liquid from his chin with a pink tongue and glaring up at Mizuki, game over for him.
"Untie me, what?" Mizuki asked, eyebrow raised in disapproval, as if scolding a naughty child.
Sly hissed through bared teeth, but conceded to Mizuki, "Untie me, master." He spat, eyes shining with dislike even as Mizuki ruffled his hair, muttering something about him being a good boy that made his stomach churn unpleasantly.
The minute his hands were untied he fell forwards, shoulders cramping and wrists rubbed raw by the rough rope, blood spotting on his sides from the scratches and bruises blooming on his hips from Mizuki's harsh hold. His fingers, when he managed to bring his arms in front of himself, were blue with lack of blood, stiff and freezing cold.
"Come here." Mizuki ordered, though not with the superior tone from before, and what would Sly do but obey, seating himself, stark naked, on the sofa next to him. He started in surprise as Mizuki took his hands, rubbing feeling back into the numb digits with his large, tanned hands.
"You know, doing sappy shit like this completely ruins what just happened." Sly commented, deciding it felt too good to pull away, feeling flooding into his fingers again as he flexed them carefully in the tattooists grip.
"Well you wouldn't be much good to me with no fingers." Mizuki remarked casually, though both of them knew the reason for their joined hands was something entirely different, and not as easily explained.