Tetsuhiro had assumed that 'lax off' meant to just relax for a few hours, maybe a day before going back to the main island. However, after a week, he still hadn't been out of Tyrant's home. Apparently Tyrant took his laxing extremely seriously. He was fully confident that Tyrant had slept for almost a day straight.

In that time, Tetsuhiro had taken to exploring the erratic home he now shared. Most of the spires—Tyrant also called them turrets from time to time—were bedrooms. Most looked the same, but according to Tyrant, each held a little 'surprise.' Of course, this surprise was always sexual. When he'd lain in his bed the first night, Tetsuhiro had found more than one dildo hidden in the sheets. Along with them was a note.

;) ~Tyrant

He had meticulous handwriting; wholly unfitting of both what the note referred to and how 'I don't have time for these niceties' he was.

This behavior hadn't gone away, however, as Tyrant had both left and interrupted things Tetsuhiro was saying in favor of his own opinions. This was rather annoying, but at the same time it wasn't that hard to tune him out. Not whenever Tyrant's wardrobe was far louder than his words. Sexier, too, as he often wore spandex underwear without a shirt or pants. And that bulge was delicious.

Currently that delicious bulge was nowhere to be seen, the owner of it probably sleeping, as he did most times. Tetsuhiro lay sprawled out on a couch on the first floor. Despite his distaste for couches, he did have one. Otherwise it was armchairs, futons, and pillows.

"Sneak attack!"

In an instant something had fallen atop Tetsuhiro's body, making him tense and ready himself for battle. A moment later he recovered, and with a groan and sigh, he scowled. Tyrant had been riding on the ceiling rails—the handles of which were propelled by a motor—and had let go right over Tetsuhiro. Currently he laughed in that obnoxiously sexy way of his. While he revelled in his 'victory,' Tetsuhiro revelled in one of his own. Tyrant wore little more than skin-tight leather boxers, the sides of which were laced, so his creamy skin peeked out. Though he couldn't see it well, he felt Tyrant's bulge against his own.

Once he'd stopped laughing, Tyrant adjusted himself so he lay flat atop Tetsuhiro. He rested his elbows on either side of Tetsuhiro's neck, placing his head in his hands. His legs bent and crossed behind him.

"You like?"

"Like what?"

"Anything."

"Nonspecific."

"Specificity unneeded."

"Context needed."

"This situation."

"Ah. Well, my stomach aches now, but overall I'm fine."

"The view's worth it?" He smirked, and his eyes twinkled arrogantly. "I know, baby. I'm beautiful."

Tetsuhiro's eyes narrowed a bit. He wasn't wrong—not by a long shot. But his vanity was angering at times. At least once an hour he brought it up—at least. It took all the fun out of everything.

Tyrant readjusted himself so he straddled Tetsuhiro's hips and stood on his knees. Gently Tyrant bounced up and down, vaguely grinding against him. His eyes narrowing further, Tetsuhiro sat up and scowled at him. Tyrant simply smirked back.

"Mmm, you look so pretty when you're pissed. What's wrong, baby?"

"You. As a whole."

He scoffed. "Oh? Do tell."

"This entire ordeal. You just fell on top of me. And now you're grinding on me like a club whore."

"Most would say 'thank you,'" Tyrant told him matter-of-factly.

"Oh, really? Based on what I've seen, you're quite the little whore."

He chuckled softly. "Whore? How so?"

"You know how. Every few minutes you flirt or try to grope me."

He chuckled again. "Again, most would say 'thank you.' You're very unappreciative. Bitchy too." He hopped off Tetsuhiro's body and sauntered his supple ass away. "Tell me when the blood's done leakin' out your vag."

Tetsuhiro glared at Tyrant's back. Then an idea popped into his head. Of all the rules and tips Tyrant had shared, he'd never said…

Allowing himself to drift back to the personality he'd possessed before prison, Tetsuhiro rose. Tyrant was on his way toward the front door, but before he could reach it, Tetsuhiro grabbed him from behind, grabbed him by the back of his head, and forced his mouth onto Tyrant's. The long-haired sex bomb tensed for a moment, a somewhat high-pitched noise of exclamation escaping his mouth. Tetsuhiro forced his tongue into Tyrant's mouth, going far enough that he was convinced he'd choke him. At this point, though, Tetsuhiro didn't care. Maybe this would convince Tyrant that Tetsuhiro didn't play. He may have been dead inside, but he was nowhere near dead below. The harder he sucked the life from Tyrant's mouth, the harder he grew.

He forced Tyrant against the nearest wall, his hold still tight. None too gently Tetsuhiro spread Tyrant's legs open with one of his own. One of Tyrant's legs resting atop his thigh, Tetsuhiro thrust his groin against Tyrant's leather-covered one. Each thrust moved Tyrant up and down the wall.

As he moved, Tetsuhiro skillfully undid Tyrant's boxers—it looked difficult, but he'd noticed earlier that they had a zipper on the crotch. When he grabbed Tyrant's member, he found it rock-solid—unsurprising. With a rapid hand Tetsuhiro pumped Tyrant's dick, eliciting muffled moans from Tyrant's still-captive lips. Within a minute of movement, Tyrant released in a glorious eruption of stickiness and heat. Tetsuhiro bit down on Tyrant's tongue and leaned back. Before he could rip it out, however, he let it go.

Tyrant fell to the floor in a ball, his head lowered. He heaved and hacked, as if recovering from drowning. Though, in a sense, Tetsuhiro had drowned him in saliva. His face was completely red, and sweat trickled down his cheeks. Tetsuhiro found himself panting a bit too. He hadn't done anything like that in half a year—nothing that intense, anyway.

"Tired, baby?" he murmured lowly.

Tyrant slowly turned his head up, still blushing brightly. "Marry...me…" he panted. "Now…"

Tetsuhiro simply stared down at him, licking up the semen that remained in his hand. A soft moan drifted from Tyrant's mouth, and if possible, his blush brightened further.

"I told you you were a whore," Tetsuhiro mumbled, walking away.

He made it only a few feet before something grabbed his arm. He turned, only to see Tyrant standing shakily, still a complete mess.

"What?" Tetsuhiro asked.

"You...you're still hard, aren't you?"

"Why?"

He didn't respond, instead gently tugging Tetsuhiro into the dining area. He hopped onto the empty table, and he spread his legs wide.

"Go ahead," Tyrant murmured. "Fuck me."

His gaze was a sort of harsh vulnerability. He was in no position to demand anything, but he had a sort of commanding air about him that made him difficult to resist. He did look rather delectable. He'd removed his leather boxers entirely, but he hadn't cleaned up at all, so his muscular body still dripped with semen. Already he was hard again, and his hole was a lovely shade of pinkish-red. And he was seated atop a table—begging to be eaten.

He didn't remove his clothes entirely—he removed his shirt and tossed it aside, then freed his throbbing dick from his pants and boxers.

"No fingers," Tyrant said. "I want it raw."

"I can't go in straight," Tetsuhiro replied. He reached out and scooped a decent amount of semen from his receiver's body, coating his dick in it. Tyrant moaned as he watched, tilting his head back and clenching his ass. Once he was thoroughly covered, Tetsuhiro grabbed the bends of Tyrant's legs and spread them wide. Tyrant moaned with the tone of a god—a god who was begging to be destroyed.

Tetsuhiro rammed himself into the stretched hole, eliciting a massive groan from Tyrant's mouth. His back arched, and his ass clenched tight around Tetsuhiro's dick.

"Ugh, you sex beast!" Tyrant moaned.

He couldn't help but smirk at the title. Not strongly, of course, but definitely a little turn of his lips. He leaned forward and sunk his teeth into Tyrant's neck. Tyrant's head tilted back, and his moaning grew far louder. Tetsuhiro pulsed within Tyrant as his delicious sounds made sweet, tender love to his ears.

After leaving a sizeable hickey, Tetsuhiro pumped his way in and out of Tyrant's body. Each movement set off fireworks in his groin, and grunts drifted out of his mouth. Tyrant bucked his hips to match each of Tetsuhiro's thrusts, which grew more and more intense as Tyrant kept moaning. He was definitely not an amateur; no, he knew his way around a dick the way an artist knew his way around a brush.

"Harder…!" he cried. "Don't hold anything back, bitch!"

In response Tetsuhiro reached down and twisted Tyrant's member harshly. Undoubtedly it was painful, but Tyrant simply screamed and moaned louder and louder than he had before. Moments later Tyrant released, his back arching and voice screeching out a symphony of ecstasy.

Tetsuhiro came shortly after, filling his receiver up. But he wasn't done. No, he was nowhere near done with him yet.

He ripped himself out of Tyrant's hole, then dropped to his knees. He stuck his tongue into Tyrant's abused hole, earning a sharp gasp from Tyrant. He sucked and licked the liquids with no restraint, his fingers digging into Tyrant's thighs as he kept them spread far apart. Tyrant's body rocked and jerked with each jerk of Tetsuhiro's tongue.

Abruptly he exited Tyrant's ass and moved to his dick. Pre-release started dripping out of the tip, and within a few minutes Tetsuhiro knew much more would come. Tyrant thrusted as his back continually arched off the table. Tetsuhiro gagged a little, but overall he just sucked and nibbled and scratched the extremely sensitive skin with his teeth. As predicted, Tyrant came only a few minutes later, his screams loud and intense.

Keeping the release in his mouth, Tetsuhiro pressed his forehead to Tyrant's. Slowly he opened his mouth, and the semen dripped onto Tyrant's face. He looked straight out of porn, even more than he already did. His breathing was ragged and heated, his cheeks burning bright. After keeping eye contact for a good minute, Tetsuhiro traced his undoubtedly filthy tongue over Tyrant's face, cleaning him of any remaining white.

"You…are...beautiful…" Tyrant whispered.

"Thanks."

"See? I'm nice...I provoked you...into sex…next time...say 'thank you' earlier...you fucking sex beast."