How to Bathe a Puppy: a Comprehensive Guide by Shindo Ainosuke
Pairing: Tadashi Kikuchi/Ainosuke Shindo
Rating: NC-17
Authors Notes: Written for the Sk8bang and beta'd by ExtinctionOfReality.
They say you shouldn't provoke animals; sound advice, but sometimes Ainosuke just can't help himself when it comes to a certain puppy.
As much as he loves keeping his puppy in place, every once in a while, Ainosuke yearns for something a little different — something that turns his sweet, obedient Tadashi into an insatiable beast incapable of being wrangled back in until he's had his fill.
It's not something Ainosuke ever plans for. The mood strikes his fancy without warning; one moment he could be engrossed in paperwork, and the next he could be overcome with the supreme desire to be thrown against the nearest surface and have Tadashi screw him until he can't think anymore.
And if he's learned anything from previous experiences, this overwhelming need won't go away if it's ignored. On the contrary, the feeling — the hungry, ravenous sensation — will only fester within him and grow until it reaches its breaking point. When that happens, there's no saving him. What little was left of his willpower until then is lost, and he'll have Tadashi give him what he yearns for, regardless of what they might be doing at the time and where they are.
This time is no different. The urge hits him full force and demands satisfaction then and there. It's happened in less-than-ideal situations, but he supposes the fact that Tadashi just happens to be giving him some spectacular head at the time could only aid in its arrival. Tadashi's got him in that headspace where he's feeling so very good, as if he's lighter than air, floating in space with nothing but Tadashi's total adoration washing over his overstimulated body, and the only thing that could make his experience even better is submitting himself before the man who gives him such blissful euphoria.
The sound of Tadashi's slutty little moans echo off the shower walls as Ainosuke's fingers curl into the damp locks of his dark hair. It takes every ounce of willpower Ainosuke has to keep himself still and let Tadashi move at his own pace, rather than forcing his cock down Tadashi's throat as far as it could possibly go and thrusting with abandon until he comes. Tadashi's skilled tongue always has this effect on him. Tadashi's talents never fail to drive him wild and make him yearn for more. Ainosuke's always been a greedy man, but only Tadashi can turn those simple wishes into a blinding sort of avarice that consumes him whole until he gets everything his heart desires. Only now this desire is aided by his need to turn the tables.
"Ah, that's perfect," Ainosuke lets out in a low, pleasured moan, his fingers carefully carding through the wet tufts of Tadashi's hair. He's been such a good boy this morning, so it's only fair he's treated accordingly. "You're doing so well for me, puppy."
Tadashi, the beautiful, loving man he is, tries so hard to maintain his composure, and to anyone who didn't know him, he might have pulled it off. However, Ainosuke knows better. He has the distinct privilege of not only seeing Tadashi come undone but being the one who gets to pull the strings that cause his unraveling. Nothing makes Tadashi lose himself more efficiently than praise, and the way Tadashi mewls and sucks hungrily on his cock, throwing all sense of decency to the wind and letting himself sound like a cheap whore shows Ainosuke just how far along Tadashi really is. He can't help but wonder if Tadashi could ever get off just from giving him head while he whispers sweet nothings to him. The thought brings a smirk to Ainosuke's lips; it's not really a question. He knows that dirty little truth, but this morning he won't be holding out long enough to confirm it. Next time, perhaps.
His climax hits him with a rush of pleasure that makes him tremble, forcing him to tighten his grip on Tadashi's hair just to find some stability. In this final moment, Ainosuke loses what little willpower he has left and thrusts as deeply as he can while he comes down Tadashi's throat, spilling his hot seed until he has nothing left to give.
His hold on Tadashi loosens while he's still caught in the afterglow of his orgasm; that gesture proves just enough for Tadashi to rise from his position on the tiled floor and stand. The sudden movement throws Ainosuke off balance, but before he can brace himself against the wall, Tadashi's already caught him in a tight, secure hold wordlessly promising to keep him safe.
No matter how many close calls Ainosuke finds himself in, he knows he won't ever fall — not with Tadashi at his side.
The thought causes a soft smile to tug at the corners of his mouth as his arms wrap themselves around Tadashi's shoulders and pull him in for a kiss. Tadashi's already swallowed his reward, but that doesn't stop him from allowing his tongue to lick teasingly along Tadashi's bottom lip, wordlessly asking to be let in. Tadashi opens his mouth to him with a gasp, and Ainosuke takes him up on that invitation without a second thought. Tasting what's left of his essence on Tadashi's tongue, Ainosuke can't help but purr in delight.
During their kiss, Tadashi's erection juts against Ainosuke's stomach, making itself known, causing a sly little grin to appear upon his lips. Maybe he's a little too pleased with himself at this moment, but in his humble opinion, it's warranted. The trap's been set, and now all Tadashi needs to do is bite.
Poor Tadashi. Ainosuke almost feels bad for what he's about to do, but it's not enough to make him have second thoughts. No, he'll make sure his puppy gets everything he needs — he'll just have to wait a little longer to get it. Fortunately for him, Tadashi has patience in spades.
Aristotle once said patience was a virtue, and if that's true, Tadashi must be the most virtuous man he knows. It's an admiral quality, but it's also one Ainosuke wants so badly to break.
With a chaste kiss to Tadashi's lips, Ainosuke gives Tadashi a soft, adoring smile that fails to acknowledge Tadashi's predicament. After running a hand through Tadashi's damp hair as if he meant to applaud his puppy on a job well done, Ainosuke turns away from Tadashi and steps out of the shower. Along the way, he grabs a towel to dry off with as he makes his way to the mirror.
He's given the game the final touch, and now it's up to Tadashi to do the rest.
And just as he expects, the water is shut off not two seconds later. By some miracle, Ainosuke manages to keep his expression devoid of a smirk as he looks at the mirror, watching as Tadashi emerges from the shower, dripping wet like a puppy who's been caught in the rain. Tadashi seems calm and composed like he usually is, but this time it's a well-done facade that would fool anyone who doesn't know Tadashi as well as he does. It can't be seen, but Ainosuke feels an unusual air about Tadashi, one that makes his frustrations all too apparent.
Little by little, Tadashi's losing that steadfast patience of his, and Ainosuke couldn't be more pleased with himself.
Tadashi's emerald eyes glitter with annoyance as his gaze meets Ainosuke's through the mirror, and he doesn't bother drying off before approaching him. All it takes is a few quick strides before Ainosuke has Tadashi standing behind him, his body shifted to his left side a bit so his face can still be seen behind Ainosuke's shoulder.
At first, to Ainosuke's amusement, Tadashi maintains his composure as his arms slip around Ainosuke's torso. His touch is light and gentle as if he has no reason to rush. His hands carefully run up Ainosuke's body, and he almost finds himself disappointed in the feather-like touches Tadashi gives him. For a moment, he wonders if his actions hadn't been enough to push Tadashi over the edge after all; that perhaps Tadashi still has every intention of handling him with love and tenderness.
Getting Tadashi to play rough with him is always the hardest part. Being direct on the subject gets him nowhere, which forces him to resort to more underhanded tactics or games that (attempt to) rile Tadashi up. Sometimes Ainosuke's lucky enough to hit his mark on the first go, and other times Tadashi proves himself too resilient. It seems like this time it's the latter. In one respect it's rather impressive, but it doesn't do anything to quench his nagging itch that so desperately needs to be scratched.
Just when Ainosuke's resigned himself to the fact that this little plan of his has become a fruitless endeavor and that he'll have to try something a little more obvious, Tadashi steps closer to him, sealing off what little space was left between them until he has Ainosuke's back firmly pressed to his chest — and perhaps more importantly Ainosuke can now feel the slow drip of precum along with the throb of Tadashi's painfully hard erection against his ass.
"Oh…" In hindsight, maybe Ainosuke should have given his plan a little more time to play out, but that's irrelevant now. He's still getting exactly what he wants.
"What're you looking so smug for?" Tadashi asks with a distinct edge of a growl in his voice, prompting Ainosuke to lift a curious brow.
"Is that how a good puppy talks to his master?" Ainosuke's tone, laced with amusement over his increasingly feisty puppy, betrays his 'attempt' at scolding Tadashi for his behavior.
Tadashi grunts at him in response, and the lack of words serves as its own form of retort. A grin suggesting Ainosuke might be a little too pleased with himself appears upon his lips; it's when Tadashi doesn't apologize for his 'insolence' that Ainosuke knows for certain he's got Tadashi right where he wants him.
But he doesn't get to relish his victory for long, not when it's time to reap his rewards, and especially not when he can feel Tadashi's patience beginning to crack and splinter at an alarmingly quick pace.
"Do you really plan to leave me like this?" Tadashi inquires, his voice carrying a certain edge that shows Ainosuke just how far he's already gotten under his skin.
Perfect, he thinks to himself. The more frustrated Tadashi is, the less likely he is to be overly concerned with how roughly he treats his beloved master. No, he wants it rough, quick, and dirty, and for that to happen he needs to get his sweet, doting puppy into a feral, almost predatory mood.
"I don't know what you mean," he replies. The devilish curl of his lips undermines the innocence in his voice — not that he'd given Tadashi a good reason to believe him otherwise.
For a moment, Tadashi remains frozen in place, his gaze still questioning Ainosuke's methods and showing overall skepticism, but Ainosuke can still see the tiniest glint in Tadashi's eyes, one that knows this is real and is now preparing to pounce.
"If you want something, then take it, Tadashi," Ainosuke commands, his voice strong and unwavering, erasing any doubts Tadashi still has.
Ainosuke can't help but shiver as he sees the uncertainty in Tadashi's eyes shift into raw determination.
"You should be more careful with your words, Ainosuke-sama."
"Why's that?"
"You may regret granting me such freedoms." At that moment, Tadashi truly appeared as the wild, hungry beast Ainosuke had been working so hard to coax out into the open.
In spite of himself, Ainosuke licks his lips in anticipation. He's close, so very, very close, and knowing this, Ainosuke decides then to take his one, single precaution before it's too late. Glancing to the side, Ainosuke finds exactly what he needs neatly wrapped up and sitting on the far edge of the counter — exactly where it had been left from before. A pleased grin tugs at the corners of his lips as he grabs Tadashi's leash and brings it up to Tadashi's neck, only to stop and toss it over his own shoulder.
The smallest of frowns appears on Ainosuke's lips as his gaze falls to Tadashi's neck, where it continues to follow trails of water droplets dripping from underneath the exquisite, custom-made collar he's only now realized Tadashi's still wearing.
"Why didn't you take this off?" Ainosuke asks without thinking about it as he maneuvers between the counter and Tadashi to turn around and take the towel he had been using only a moment before and uses it to lightly dab away the water underneath Tadashi's collar.
"I didn't think about it before getting into the shower."
Ainosuke lifts a skeptical eyebrow upon hearing Tadashi's excuse. "That isn't like you, puppy."
For the briefest of moments, the frustration in Tadashi's eyes is undercut when he averts his gaze from Ainosuke, his cheeks dusted with the lightest shade of pink.
"I wanted to follow you."
Despite himself, Ainosuke can't help but smile. While Tadashi isn't one for carelessness, his heart always skips a beat when Tadashi behaves like the precious pup he is, and following his master so eagerly definitely qualifies as such.
"Oh puppy, you're so helpless." Ainosuke laughs. When he's finished drying the skin underneath Tadashi's collar, hooks the leash to it and wraps the free end around his wrist. "What would you do without me?"
As per usual, Tadashi maintains his silence, however, this time Ainosuke catches a certain glimmer in his green eyes, one that's just itching to set the record straight.
Tadashi isn't the one who would be so hopelessly lost in a cruel, bleak world where their relationship had been severed entirely and beyond repair. Ainosuke understands that painfully well. He needs Tadashi more than he can ever say, and he'd do anything to keep him by his side.
After all, a man is nothing without the loyalty and unconditional love of his beloved puppy.
A quiet, yet feisty growl that warns Ainosuke that Tadashi's patience does in fact have its limits breaks him free of his inner thoughts and brings him back to reality, where he has an antsy little puppy on his hands who deserves his complete and undivided attention.
A cheeky little grin that shows off his fangs appears on his lips. "Do you still intend to make me regret riling you up?" He asks sweetly, reaching out to brush a few strands of damp hair out of Tadashi's eyes.
"I'll have you begging for me to stop," Tadashi states as a matter of fact, his eyes narrowing into a rare, albeit foreboding glare. The low, carefully placed threat in Tadashi's voice sends chills down Ainosuke's spine. He's burrowed so deeply underneath Tadashi's skin that he can feel the final remnants of Tadashi's restraint break free like the overworked strings of a violin, strained from fine-tuning and tireless use until at last they snap.
Tadashi hasn't snapped, but he will. The tension vibrating within him can't last for much longer. Just a little more now…
"Try and make me." His dark whisper comes laced with the honey-sweet desire of a man getting off on the mere thought of everything his puppy will do once he's reacquainted with his more carnal instincts.
And finally, Tadashi snaps. At last, he's met the point of no return, and Ainosuke watches with a sense of supreme fascination strong enough to render him frozen in place as the dangerous glint in Tadashi's gorgeous green eyes ignites into a raging wildfire.
Tadashi makes his move before Ainosuke has the chance to stop him, but even if he hadn't, Ainosuke would not have rephrased himself. He wanted to get a rise out of Tadashi, and while Tadashi's more than intelligent enough to know he's playing into his hand, he still doesn't hesitate in grabbing Ainosuke by the hips and spinning him around so quickly that the motion nearly gives him whiplash.
Ainosuke just barely manages to gain his bearings before he feels the pressure of Tadashi's cock against his ass. He can't help but smirk as the erection, so cruelly neglected and dripping with precum, throbs against his flesh. He wonders how painful it must be for Tadashi, to have his needs blatantly ignored and yet still be clinging to sanity, it's one of the many, many reasons he's always been thoroughly enamored with Tadashi, but right now, Ainosuke wants nothing more than for him to let go. The steadfast hold Tadashi keeps on his wits lessens with each passing second; he can see it slipping away through his eyes.
"What, you want to see how pretty you look when I have you bent over like this?" Tadashi asks with an uncharacteristic amount of patience laced into his words, pulling Ainosuke out of his thoughts and allowing him to refocus on what really matters.
He's getting ahead of himself. He almost has Tadashi where he wants, but not quite yet.
He smirks. "Something like that."
It's not his own reflection Ainosuke wants to see. He gets more than enough of that every morning when he perfects his appearance as the young, yet rising star of the political world, and then again each night during his lengthy skincare regimen.
He works with Tadashi, he lives with Tadashi, he has the distinct privilege of seeing Tadashi for most of the day, every single day, yet he doesn't feel as though he actually gets to see Tadashi. Ainosuke wants, no, he yearns to see Tadashi break free of the chains that hold him back and keep him tame and docile.
Ainosuke has Tadashi on a tight leash, but he needs his precious puppy to break free of the bonds that keep him calm and composed. He yearns to see Tadashi unhinged and wild, taking what he wants without hesitancy or concern as if it's his god-given right, and he knows Tadashi's almost there.
Just a little more…
"Are you going to stand there and growl at me," he flashes Tadashi a wicked grin and tightens his grip on Tadashi's leash, pulling him closer until their lips are less than a centimeter apart.
"Or are you going to fuck me?" He whispers, darting out his tongue and running it along Tadashi's bottom lip at a painfully slow pace.
His tongue never reaches the corner of Tadashi's mouth. Before Ainosuke knows what's happening, angry fingers curl into his hair and secure a tight grip before shoving his face up against the mirror.
The sluttiest, most ungodly moan rips itself from the bottom of his throat when Tadashi's fingers, slick with conditioner, slip into the cleft of his ass and trace around the muscled ring of his entrance. A single touch proves torturous enough in its own right, but fortunately (or perhaps, unfortunately, depending on how Ainosuke chooses to look at it) Tadashi doesn't tease him for more than a few seconds before his index finger gently pushes into his body.
"Tadashi, more," Ainosuke groans, rolling his hips back against Tadashi's finger to get deeper. It works, but only because Tadashi allows it.
"Don't bark at me," Tadashi growls, his voice even more animalistic than before.
"Just fuck me already." Ainosuke means to sound demanding, as if he still has some modicum of control. "I'm loose enough from last night," Ainosuke insists. He means to come off as assured and demanding, but all he can hear is pathetic whining, which he doubts Tadashi misses.
"You are not in charge right now, Ainosuke-sama." Tadashi's voice comes as little more than a whisper, but it's firm and commanding — something he seldomly hears from Tadashi. Not only does it hold the note Ainosuke's own voice had lacked, but it's also a treat he gets only when he's really deserving of Tadashi's wrath, and Ainosuke can't help but lap up every single drop of it.
"Tadashi, please." This time, Ainosuke leans into his needy demeanor, rather than trying to hide it. It's useless to try any longer, and if he's honest about it and accepts his position, Tadashi might be inclined to play nice.
"That wasn't so hard now, was it?" Tadashi mouths against the sensitive flesh of Ainosuke's neck; Ainosuke can't help but shiver in anticipation when he feels Tadashi's lips curl into a satisfied grin. At long last, Ainosuke finally gets the Tadashi he's looking for, the one he's been coyly pulling out of his puppy's perfectly poised shell. It's coming. Ainosuke can feel it down to his very core.
With all sense of pretense gone, Tadashi doesn't hold back. His first thrust into Ainosuke's inviting body hits his sweet spot dead on, and he doesn't let up. Tadashi spares him not a single shred of mercy as he pounds him into the granite countertop, his grip on Ainosuke's hips unforgiving and just shy of bruising.
"Tadashi!" The slutty, wanton little moan that claws itself from the back of Ainosuke's throat and passes through his lips sounds foreign to his own ears; if he hadn't been staring at his own reflection staring back at him, Ainosuke wouldn't have believed such a sound came from him. But it had, and even as his vision becomes blurry and Tadashi continues to force needy, yet euphoric cries that beg for more from him, Ainosuke knows it's all him.
In a futile effort to maintain his balance, Ainosuke's arms act on their own accord and reach out in front of him, his hands pressing themselves against the mirror so that he can brace himself against Tadashi's relentless assault against his body. It doesn't do him any good, not when steam from the shower has fogged up the mirror and made the smooth surface slippery to the touch. If not for Tadashi's hands that remain firmly around his hips, Ainosuke's all but certain he would have fallen over.
Still, his inability to take purchase against the mirror doesn't stop him from frantically clawing at it, until finally, he manages to get his hand flat against the mirror, and by putting his weight into it, Ainosuke balances himself with one hand, while the other remains tightly wrapped into a fist with Tadashi's leash tangled in between his fingers. A short glance to his side reminds him that the leash still has slack to it as it waves freely in the air along with Tadashi's erratic thrusting. He tells himself that's fine for now, that Tadashi's been 'good', has yet to push the boundaries, and just as Ainosuke begins to think that Tadashi's still holding something back, Tadashi finally does what Ainosuke's been hoping for, and crosses that line.
"Ahh, fuck!" Ainosuke calls out, his anguished cry laced with the slightest undertone of bliss — something only Tadashi would ever recognize. Looking past himself in the mirror, Ainosuke sees Tadashi staring right back at him, his green eyes clouded with insatiable hunger as his jaw remains open and his teeth buried in the sensitive flesh of his shoulder blade.
"You should know better than to bite your master, puppy." Through his breathless moaning, the promise of punishment comes tightly laced into his voice and his gaze remains locked on Tadashi's through the mirror.
The feral growl Tadashi replies with makes Ainosuke shiver in pure delight. Ainosuke knows a challenge from his puppy when he sees one, and lucky for him, he still has one method of puppy training he saves only for those rare moments Tadashi really steps out of line.
The sting of Tadashi's teeth burrowing into his flesh spreads across his shoulder blade when Tadashi relinquishes the ironclad hold on him, but Ainosuke ignores the pain as he strengthens his hold on Tadashi's leash until the fabric curled in between his fingers becomes unbearably tight, taking away the slim possibility that Tadashi could have pulled himself free.
With a single tug of the rein, the expensive leather between them goes taut and a smirk he gives through the mirror serves as the single warning Ainosuke spares Tadashi before pulling harder.
The force jerks Tadashi forward, but to Ainosuke's chagrin, he doesn't get much farther than that. Tadashi, the smart little puppy he is, has long since learned how to adjust when Ainosuke changes his disciplinary method. So, this time when he pulls, Tadashi resists by bringing his leg up and bracing his foot against the countertop.
Just then, Tadashi's reflection in the mirror doesn't cut it anymore. He needs to see the real thing, and in an attempt to do so, Ainosuke strains himself to turn around and face Tadashi as much as possible. The look in Tadashi's eyes, untamed and fiercely animalistic, sends tremors of sweet, blissful pleasure through his body, and he's rendered powerless to do anything but watch as Tadashi continues to thrust relentlessly into his whorish body. Tadashi's ministrations are merciless and appear to have no concern for Ainosuke's comfort, and that's exactly what he needs. He wants so badly for Tadashi to use him, and now that he finally has it, unbridled ecstasy courses through his veins as Tadashi unleashes his strength upon him.
Having lost all sense of time, Ainosuke doesn't know how long it lasts, but he tiptoes closer to the edge, the ground beneath him suddenly crumbles beneath him, and just like that he's falling into the endless depths of blissful pleasure. This time, instead of having Tadashi there to catch him, he's hellbent on taking Tadashi down with him.
"Tadashi!" Ainosuke lets out with the neediest, most wanton moan he's ever heard slip through his lips as his inner muscles tighten unbearably around Tadashi and he comes hard, his orgasm rushing over him like a tidal wave until he's left in a state of weightless euphoria. The warm sensation of Tadashi following suit and filling him with his sweet essence brings him even more satisfaction and makes him feel better than ever.
When his sweaty hand starts sliding down the mirror, this time Ainosuke doesn't have the strength to catch himself, however, he couldn't care less. He feels so good that his mind can hardly register anything else.
What he does register, is a strong pair of arms sliding up from his hips and wrapping around his torso, bringing him back up and preventing his fall. It's then that his mind clears, and a soft smile tugs at his lips as he meets Tadashi's gaze. For a moment, he says nothing and simply reaches back towards Tadashi, caressing his cheek.
After a chaste kiss to his lips, Ainosuke assesses the situation, noting the state of the steamed room and their bodies, so hot and slick with sweat that no one would ever believe they'd showered only a short while ago.
"Just look at the mess you've made, puppy," Ainosuke chides, brushing Tadashi's sweaty locks of hair out of his face, "And right after your bath, no less," he adds with a feigned sigh. "What am I to do with such a dirty puppy?"
"The only thing you can do, Ainosuke-sama," Tadashi replies with a coy smile of his own, leaning in to lick at Ainosuke's cheek before he pulls back and moves to pick Ainosuke up without missing a beat. "Prepare another one."
"A master's work is never done," Ainosuke muses with a smile, wrapping his arms around Tadashi's neck as he carries him back towards the shower. Perhaps this time they'll manage to stay clean and start their day, but Ainosuke wouldn't count on it.