"That is not going in my ass."
"Oh come on bartender, where's your sense of adventure?" He was just met with a disparaging raised eyebrow and a frown, almost anxious olive eyes flickering from his face to the toy he held in one hand, waggling it at him just to savour his irritated tut. "I've used it loads of times, it doesn't hurt."
"You make me bite you til you bleed, your definition of what hurts isn't one I trust."
"You're no fun. Okay, so we'll compromise. If you do it, I'll…"
"Before you even try, there's no point promising something sexual because we both know you'd do anything anyway."
"Fine," he bristled a little, the plug lowered down onto the bed and Mizuki wondering quietly how Sly had even known where it was, swallowing a little thickly at how damn weirdly shaped it was, almost round in one place before it tapered out smoothly. "I'll let you call me babe."
"You can't stop me doing that, try harder."
"Hm, let me think, what could you want? Romantic night in, candle lit meal, rose petals and gross shit like that?" Mizuki just snorted at that, amused both at Sly's clear amusement even suggesting it and his feigned excitable hand movements, shaking his head because he knew Sly would never do something like that and he'd never really been the type for something that cliché either. "Or..."
"Or what?"
He seemed to hesitate for a second, swallowing a little nervously and blurting it out too fast, "I'll tell you I love you."
He regretted it the second it was out, it was obvious as his eyes dropped away and his fingers picked at his sheets, the tattooist frowning because that seemed like a bit of a low blow even for Sly and he didn't think he appreciated his feelings being played with like that. Comfortable as things might be with them now, there was still no denying that they weren't exactly the most conventional couple and even with Sly's new warmth there was still nothing as strong as love there.
"And do you?"
"I dunno," he shrugged, smile actually apologetic, but then the almost honest minute was over and his grin was wide and playful again. "I just wanna stick stuff up your butt, come on, it was so boring last time we fucked."
"Your screaming said otherwise."
"Bitch, I don't scream."
"Did you just call me a bitch?"
He didn't respond, didn't even hear him, speaking right over him as if he hadn't heard his half amused objection, rolling his eyes as if Mizuki was some kind of terrible exaggerator when they both knew Sly was plenty vocal. "You aren't that good. But come on, just try, how do you know if you don't?"
He paused for a minute, regarding the vibrating plug in Sly's hand and supposing that a little extra stimulation might be nice, well, nice wasn't the right word but the girth of it was still somewhat off-putting and he sighed exasperatedly even as he agreed. "Fine, but if I get some kind of haemorrhage I'm entirely blaming you."
"Really great at sexy talk, aren't you?"
He just received a scathing look and decided to drop both the plug and the topic, just grinning wide and so utterly pleased Mizuki had even agreed that he couldn't be mad long.
If somebody had been in the apartment that moment, ear pressed to the door and listening, they undoubtedly would have been both amused and horrified I equal measure, conversation occurring in the room beyond far less sexy than expected.
"I would like to be able to sit down tomorrow, if that's not too much to ask."
"You're exaggerating."
"Trust me, I'm not could you jus- Jesus fucking Christ! Are you trying to rip me a new asshole? Because that's what it feels like right now!"
"Oh my god I would never have suggested this if I'd known you'd whine so much."
"There's a reason I always top."
"Yeah, cause you've got a pathetically low pain tolerance."
"I'm pretty sure sex isn't supposed to hurt."
"Depends how you like it."
"Not like this! Holy fuck Sly jus- No, I give up! Take it the fuck out Jesus motherfuck."
And just like that, the topic, and the plug, were dropped once more.
"Wanna try it again?"
"I guess, but not with that. I'll say this for you, you've got a big ass."
"I'm flattered," his tone was nothing of the sort, flat and blunt and Mizuki laughed as he realised how that had sounded, waving his hands in correction and apology.
"No, like, its kinda impressive, what you can shove up there."
"It is one of my talents," he was beaming now, half joking but actually taking that as a compliment because he guessed it was pretty cool. "So did you get an alternative?"
"Mm-hm, and don't make any dumb comments about how small it is, alright? I'm not used to shoving things up my ass."
"Okay, so show me," Mizuki did then, opening his drawer and handing over a small, still packaged, vibrating butt-plug in a see-through blue rubber material, Sly unable to hide his unimpressed expression as he regarded it. It couldn't be more than 5 inches long and was so tiny at the tip it may as well have not existed, as for width? That too was pathetic, no wider than two moderately sized fingers and a damn sight smaller than Sly would even consider worthwhile. "I mean, at least we won't waste lube with this."
"You're an asshole, you know that right?"
"Sure do."
"So?"
"Is that full power?"
"Yeah, pretty shit right?"
"I mean, it's okay."
"It's literally about to come out," Mizuki shifted a little then, considering that he'd been on all fours with Sly staring intensely at his asshole too many times lately, equally alarmed as the toy slipped free easily and he realised that didn't bother him. "Fucking hell, you need something bigger this is never gunna work and I don't want it falling out and getting gross ass juice on me while you're fucking me."
"Gross ass juice? You're such a child for somebody so depraved."
"I don't know what that means, now go get your coil and order a better one, this is a piece of shit."
For a third time, the plug was dropped, but this time the topic was not, and after half an hour of arguing, disagreements and more than a little glaring, a new order was winging its way to the bartender whether he liked it or not.
"Oh Jesus fuck- Sly, fucking- Don't move it Jesus!"
"Don't move it as in, I'm about to rupture your spleen or as in you actually like it this time?"
"As in, I'm getting used to it." Without any hint or warning of his following actions at all, Sly suddenly turned it on, and of course he didn't slowly increase the vibrations, he turned the dial as far as he could and laughed aloud when Mizuki yelped in sudden alarm. "Holy- Jesus Sly are you trying to give me a heart attack my god, that's- Ah, fuck-"
"Good, right?"
"Shut up and get over here so I can fuck you."
He snorted then, but obeyed nonetheless, changing position from behind the bartender to in front of him, not even allowed to enjoy the view as he was pulled into a kiss and laughed against his mouth as he had to pull away to groan a second later.
"God, this is the best thing ever." His moans turned more guttural as Sly, seemingly fully pleased just to see him having so much fun, reached between them to take hold of his dick, stroking along it firmly.
"Told you so. But I don't think you have the stamina to fuck me, hm?"
"Fuck you," if he hadn't been panting as the plug vibrated just short of his prostate, he might have realised Sly wasn't mocking him this time, just rolling his eyes and continuing to lazily move his hand across the turgid flesh there.
"Get on your back."
"What? Why?"
"Because I'm in a generous mood, now do it or I'll dig my nails into your dick and I know you don't like that."
"Nobody does."
"You'd be surprised." He didn't get time to retort though, because he was lying on his back now as requested and Sly was kissing at his neck, the change in position having moved the plug so it slightly rubbed him just where it needed to if he shifted his leg just so. But of course that was stopped the moment Sly clocked it, knee pressing into his thigh and stopping him from getting the stimulation he craved now, whining loud and not even caring how needy that was as Sly just nibbled at his pulse and thumbed the wet head of his cock.
He just shut his eyes, surrendering to the odd but enjoyable feeling of something not only in his ass, but also vibrating, hard plastic not uncomfortable now as he got used to it, really wishing Sly would move his damn leg or do something other than half-heartedly jerk him off. He got his wish fast though, one of them at least, surprised to feel wet, open mouthed kisses trail from his neck and collarbones down onto his chest and stomach, opening his eyes to regard him in mild confusion.
"What's with the weird affection?"
He detached then, and of course he did, frowning at the mere idea of showing fondness let alone at it being pointed out so bluntly, insincere glare fading into a smirk as he thought up an answer he could excuse his behaviour with. "Like I said, I'm feeling generous. Besides, maybe I like seeing you all worked up."
He huffed a weak laugh then, voice too deep and guttural on the exhale for it to show anything but the lazy, building pleasure throbbing through him all the way to the tips of toes that curled lightly into the sheets as Sly gave him a look warning not to interrupt him again. As reward, or possibly punishment, he really wasn't sure, Sly licked a teasing circle around his nipple before flicking his tongue over it in a kitten lick that was almost too much stimulation, Mizuki's exhale thick with lust as he moved away with a grin.
"You know, I think if I stopped touching you, you'd still cum."
Mizuki wasn't sure if he agreed with that, but he did object to the idea of Sly just leaving him like this, or even to suggest the idea of such a thing, frowning down at him and jerking a little as his teeth deliberately grazed a hard nipple. "Please don't."
"Oh, I'm not going to. This time," that sounded distinctly unnerving but he was used to such threats from the boy who was back to kissing at his stomach now, nuzzling into the trail of hairs leading down to his dick as if trying to inhale his scent. It was admittedly a pleasing view to have, and he would rather like to save this oddly fond moment for later viewing, that thought leaving his brain as hot lips replaced the hand on his dick. Tongue kitten licking for just a second before Sly sucked lightly at the head and the loudest, most embarrassing keening noise he'd ever heard escaped him, whining as if with no shame even as it flooded his cheeks and he swore the devious bastard was smiling around his mouthful.
He was, as always, a completely cunning, conniving little bastard and even as he began actually putting some effort into his movements, Mizuki knew he was loving this, not only having Mizuki at his mercy, but also at being able to raise all these interesting reactions from him. But at least he was actually focusing now, bobbing his head and not even complaining when the bartender's hips jerked upwards, unconsciously or not, meeting him as he came down and forcing himself deeper into his throat. But Sly was a good sport if nothing else and despite the occasional gag as he took the tattooist too far, he stayed quiet, hand wrapped around the base of his dick rising and falling with his mouth, gross, sloppy mixture of saliva and pre-cum coating his skin and wetting his lips.
So, that was that, a blow job, pretty standard though they both would admit that a blow job from Sly was a little more than one from anybody else, Mizuki not expecting much else until he groaned again and Sly, the sneaky asshole, slipped a finger into his ass and pushed the toy in a little further.
He yelped. Like a little girl, though that was an odd metaphor to use in such a distinctly not PG-13 scenario. His toes curled and he swore or said something but he couldn't quite register what under the vision-blurring wave of sudden, intense pleasure that washed through him and made his knee jerk upwards and his hips twitch under Sly's attentive mouth.
He could see him smirking when his vision returned, having only pushed the plug deeper for a second before removing his finger and letting it slide out to the not-quite-good-enough spot it had nestled in so far. Already it didn't feel like enough again and if he'd had a tiny bit less pride he would have been imploring, or begging, Sly to push it deeper again and to keep it there, not even needing to do that as he repeated the action again.
This time his dick was pushed so deep into his throat he gagged and had to pull away, coughing with wet lips and saliva streaked down his chin, laughing darkly and so dirtily that Mizuki didn't even mind the momentary lack of stimulation.
But he was still fucking him with the plug, pushing it only a little deeper every time but still to just that perfect spot, able to feel it moving inside him now and reminding him of the couple times he'd actually been fucked, wondering half-heartedly why he didn't do that more.
Not that there was time to think with Sly's mouth back on his dick and his other hand fucking the plug deeper into him, in time with every descent of his mouth, tongue swirling around his head or lathing along the slit, hollowing his cheeks to suck harder.
He was panting now, struggling to not just outright moan like some kind of terrible, low budget porn star, a comparison he'd never really been able to make before but certainly could now, Sly's performance certainly worthy of the big screen.
Sly knew, he fucking knew how close he was to coming, deep and hot in his throat, and he unleashed his last trump card, mischievous from the very beginning and now, and only now, turning the plug onto full. The already powerful vibrations were almost doubled now and Mizuki jerked down the bed with a gasping moan he knew he'd never live down, almost crying with pleasure as Sly somehow moved his head faster, bobbing on his dick and sucking hard as he fucked into him faster, Mizuki's vision blacking as orgasm rushed over him and his back arched and he almost couldn't hear as he finally came.
He didn't hear Sly trying not to choke as it was unexpected even for him, but he felt his hand continue to stroke along his dick, the plug kept pressed against his prostate now as he groaned and wormed about in the sheets like he was in terrible pain instead of exquisite agony.
Then everything stopped at once. The plug was switched off almost abruptly and the sudden change made him groan softly, exhausted and skin beaded with sweat as he opened his blurry eyes to see Sly wiping his mouth dry and with tears in his eyes from where he'd taken him a little too deep.
The hand on his dick was elsewhere now, regarding the toy absently before ditching it onto his sheets and head tilting to the side as Mizuki's head flopped back onto the sheets.
"Let me guess, you're too tired to fuck me?"
He laughed again, chest heaving still but managing to realise the situation, pleasure making his limbs heavy and the smell of orgasm in the air, "afraid so, but I can offer some damn good cuddles."
It took him a minute to realise it was a joke, then he laughed, a harsh bark of amusement at his own expense, lighting them both cigarettes before lying down next to him to mock him, curled up so close they both knew Mizuki's words hadn't quite been a lie.
