AN: Akihito is going through withdrawals, Asami has creative solutions. Naturally.

Uh, smut warning. Not really any plot just a very frustrated Aki whose injuries are stilling getting in the way. So if that isn't your thing, feel free to join me next chapter. Shoutout to VeroLyn for this idea!

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Akihito had something of a problem. It wasn't a large problem, nothing end of the world or particularly dramatic, but it was still a problem.

Asami had been very committed to taking care of Akihito, in quite literally every sense of the word. Unfortunately they couldn't get around the fact that he was injured. His left arm was still heavily encased in a cast and his left knee braced due to the fractured knee cap and femur. If he had just one of the injuries it wouldn't be this bad and in all honesty, it was probably the leg injury that caused his current problem.

He wanted Asami to fuck him. Properly.

The other man was more than happy to get him off, putting his talented hands and mouth to good use, but Akihito was starting to crave something else. Asami would curl up next to him all gentle caresses and soft kisses to slowly build him up to a shuddering climax yet it wasn't quite enough now. Gentle was nice, loving and emotional, but there was something to be said for the primal and wild passion that came from their rougher bouts. And while he would never admit to it, there was something about being connected to the other man, having him inside him, fully joined and unsure where one person ended and the other person began, that he missed.

While he would never in a million years thought he would turn down gentle sex, he missed the rough claiming passion of their normal bedroom activities.

This revelation came after around a month of living with his soulmate and was one of many revelations that Akihito discovered about himself.

Another was that he quite enjoyed playing the voyeur. Reciprocation of pleasure to Asami was awkward to say the least. He couldn't let the other man throat fuck him often or it would damage his throat and Asami would get more pleasure from his own hands than Akihito clumsily attempting to use his one good hand. Which was how they discovered that he got off watching Asami get himself off. The man had absolutely no shame and was more than happy to indulge his lover in a show every now and then.

So while the image of Asami stroking himself off would be forever hidden away in Akihito's memories, it still didn't help this almost itch under his skin. He longed to feel the dull ache of bruises and abused muscles that followed their usual bedroom forays. Unlike his current injuries, it was a good pain; a reminder of the wild and consuming passion from the previous day.

Akihito found himself unintentionally pushing Asami, baiting the man with words and actions. He truly didn't mean to, he just found himself snapping at him and being bratty while a secret part of him hoped that the man would just snap. Pick him up and carry him off to the secret room for some punishment and consume him completely.

Asami didn't react. Ever. He just raised his stupidly perfect eyebrow and asked if he was finished.

Like now.

Akihito didn't remember what he had been saying, what the argument was about. It was like he turned into some snotnosed kid and ran his mouth before he would suddenly jolt back to himself, apologising profusely.

"Are you done?"

Asami's voice was smooth and even and it was like a douse of cold water over his head. The two guards that had been helping him were looking equal parts alarmed and concerned. Kirishima was just placing their dinner of sushi on the table and his eyebrows were at his hairline in surprise.

His lower lip wobbled and his eyes misted over and Akihito fought the tears. He was just so frustrated. Crying over such a thing was stupid but here he was about to have a melt down after acting the brat. Asami walked over to where he was sitting in the cushy arm chair and picked him up so that he could sit there instead with Akihito in his lap. Dismissing everyone, he ruffled his hair and Akihito pressed his face into his soulmate's shoulder.

"I'm sorry." Akihito mumbled as he tried to cuddle closer. It wasn't Asami's fault he was injured, he was just trying to be considerate and make sure he healed quickly with no complications. The man didn't deserve being mouthed off at over the littlest things.

"It's okay, kitten. I know exactly what you need, you only have to wait a little while longer." Akihito sighed and nodded mournfully. "Tomorrow." Asami promised.

Akihito pulled back to look at Asami. "Tomorrow?" Anticipation was already starting to coil in his gut. Was he understanding him correctly?

"Tomorrow. While you are having your check up at the hospital there will be some people here installing something for me. So by tomorrow evening I'll have a little surprise for you."

Asami leaned forward to claim his lips in a hungry kiss full of possession and promise. He didn't let up until they both fought for air. Pressing their foreheads together, Asami smiled. It was a filthy thing and it set Akihito's heart racing in his chest at the insinuation it held.

"Tomorrow, I'll give you everything you need."

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The check-up had been the longest thing Akihito had ever had to endure. Or at least it felt like it. Anticipation was thrumming through his veins as they pulled up into the underground parking lot. The guards had informed him that Asami was already home and that they were all dismissed until tomorrow once they had dropped him off.

What was the surprise Asami had planned? It had been eating away at him since yesterday. Something that had to be installed into the penthouse. So something permanent or at least semi-permanent.

He was almost bouncing in his seat when he was wheeled into the penthouse. Asami greeted him with a decidedly predatory smirk.

"So I hear that you only need the knee brace for another week," Asami said as he wheeled Akihito towards the master bedroom. "And the cast is coming off in a few weeks."

"Mhm! It's going to be so good to be able to do stuff again!"

"I hope they drilled it into your head that just because they are coming off, doesn't mean you are fully healed?"

"Yeah, yeah. Another four months at least until I'm fully okay. I know. I'm just looking forward to the simple things, you know? Like being able to shower myself."

Asami chuckled but didn't reply as they were moving through the master bedroom and into the secret room. Akihito gaped in surprise.

The room had been rearranged. The wall of leather and toys was still there as was the large bed with many places to clip restraints to. What was new was the large chains hanging from a massive frame in the other corner of the room with many cloth and leather restraints dangling from the chains. The middle chains held a large section of thick leather straps overlapping each other to form what almost looked like a sling or a seat.

"What?" Akihito couldn't get any other words out and had to swallow around his suddenly dry mouth.

"It's a sex swing." Asami said smugly. "It took a bit longer to get it made than I had hoped due to a number of requested customisations as well as the testing required to make sure it was safe after being altered. It has a number of extra features that will be useful for the next few months while you are still healing but also a lot of options for later use as well."

Akihito was staring wide eyed at the contraption, even as his pulse was racing. "How does it work?"

"I strap you in very securely so that we don't stress any of your fractures then I fuck you senseless." Asami smirked at him over his shoulder as he set about getting everything ready. "It's a combination of the more common, flimsy sex swing and those designed for people with disabled lovers. Usually there's no way to strap you in or restrain your limbs securely at specific angles but there are some excellent engineers at this particular company. I even got it cleared by your doctor, she was quite impressed."

Akihito flushed bright red at that. "You did what?!" He said with a squeak.

"I'm not about to put you at any sort of risk." Asami said firmly as he approached with a familiar leather harness in hand.

The man made quick work of Akihito's baggy t-shirt and gently strapped him into the leather, careful with his immobilised arm. Then he was helping him shimmy out of his pants, underwear and removable knee brace to fasten more leather around his upper thighs and ankles. Asami picked Akihito up, carefully placing him in the leather seat and set to buckling him in, starting with securing his legs.

Akihito was surprised when the seat remained stable but quickly noticed that there were supports connecting it to the frame that must be holding it still. He squeaked as Asami pulled his naked form forward slightly and flushed at the slightly wild look on his soulmates face. It reminded him that Asami had been holding back all this time for his sake but he must be just as frustrated by now. The older man was thorough and careful with his work but his body language screamed barely restrained desire.

It didn't take long before Akihito was completely immobilised, legs held up and spread wide at an obscene but very secure angle. His good arm was free, for all the good it did when there was no way he was moving an inch.

"Does it hurt at all?" Asami said as he gently ran his hand along Akihito's injured leg.

"No."

Each ankle and thigh were held together by a long bar and suspended in the air by chains. It was oddly comfortable even while it held him vulnerable for Asami's perusal. Anticipation was thrumming through him and his cock was more than half hard just from the hungry look his lover was giving him. Akihito wasn't sure if he had ever been quite as excited as he was right now. Asami stripped off his own clothing haphazardly while he fetched some supplies, the mess of his clothes a testament to the man's already straining control.

Akihito squirmed in place as his breath caught at the sight of what Asami was carrying. Lube, a butt plug, and a riding crop. He was fully hard by that point, cock already wet and dripping in sheer, overwhelming anticipation.

Asami discarded all but the lube for now and liberally coated his fingers in the slick substance before leaning over Akihito's prone form. Fingers pressed against his hole and Akihito's breath caught at the wild look in Asami's eyes. The man grabbed one of the chains to stabilize himself as he leaned down to devour Akihito's mouth in a bruising kiss and he pressed a finger inside at the same time. He was vaguely aware that they weren't moving at all, still held securely suspended in the air and unmoving as Asami consumed him.

Lips, teeth and tongues clashed together and Akihito moaned into his lover's mouth as one finger quickly became two. He wrapped his arm around Asami's neck and gripped his hair, trying desperately to pull him closer.

He had missed his desperately. This wild passion, the dark desire and the snapping of his lover's restraint as they both lost themselves to the pleasure.

Asami's control hadn't snapped yet but Akihito could see it was a close thing. His molten eyes were blown black and his movements threatened to become more erratic as he pulled moan after broken moan from Akihito's lips with his fingers and mouth alone.

When he pulled away there was a feral light in his eyes that spoke of just how much Asami had needed Akihito, the same way that he needed him. The blonde whined high in his throat when the fingers were removed from his hole with an obscene squelch but he wasn't left wanting for long. The butt plug from earlier quickly took their place and Akihito tried to push himself down onto it to no avail. He was completely at Asami's mercy.

Plug firmly in place, Asami picked up the riding crop and started to slowly circle Akihito's prone form. The man flicked at his perky little nipples pulling delightful little moans and whimpers from his throat before tickling it down further, across his stomach and his cock. Circle compete, Asami stood to the side of Akihito and suddenly the muscles in his arm jumped as he brought the crop down across his fleshy cheeks. Akihito wailed as the bright bloom of pain registered a few seconds after the crack.

It burned so good.

Asami lashed out again and again and Akihito was flying high on the pain that twisted into burning pleasure. He was close, so very close to cumming but Asami hadn't been quite as rough as usual and he was left wanting. Large hands stroke over his heated flesh before the plug was roughly removed. His soulmate moved away to remove the supports holding Akihito's swing still before he moved back with lube in hand.

Akihito's chest was heaving as he watched the other man coat his own straining length before two hands wrapped around his waist with bruising force that ripped a groan from his throat. He would be sporting full hand prints by the morning no doubt and the thought was positively thrilling. Asami moved Akihito and he swung in the chains but his legs remained secure as they matched the movement. Apparently satisfied, Asami removed one hand to grip his own length and lined it up with his entrance.

They locked eyes for one endless moment before Asami smiled, wide and completely feral, and shoved himself to the hilt. Akihito screamed his pleasure as he came from that alone. The hand wrapped itself around his waist again to control Akihito's swinging motions to match his powerful thrusts. The man hit hard and deep every time. He ploughed right through Akihito's over sensitivity and forcibly punched more pleasure from his body.

Akihito was moaning and crying out his pleasure, voice hoarse as he was fucked quite literally senseless. He couldn't move, his good hand wrapped tightly around the leather encasing the lower half of the chains as he was forced to take it. Eyes rolling back in his head, he came again, convulsing as Asami hammered his prostrate with relentless force.

The older man's movements became erratic before he slammed home one last time with a long guttural groan of pleasure.

Fuck that was the most erotic sound he had ever heard Asami make.

They stayed motionless for a few minutes to catch their breath before Asami carefully unlocked his hands from Akihito's waist and pulled out. Akihito groaned at the loss, his limbs still twitching with the last vestiges of pleasure.

Carefully, Asami began to release him from his harness. Hands gently massaged his limbs as he helped him stretch out before picking him up to bodily carry him into their ensuite bathroom. A steaming bath had already been run, he must have ran it super-hot before Akihito got home, and Asami tested it with his foot before gingerly stepping in and settling them both under the still very warm water.

They were silent for a while, just revelling in each other and the water as Asami gently washed his lover.

"You needed that just as much as I did, didn't you?" Akihito said after a while.

Asami paused but didn't reply. It didn't matter, Akihito knew anyway. Because as much as he could do soft and gentle, it wasn't really him. No, the wild, unrestrained beast was the real Asami.

There was something positively thrilling about snapping the man's control and unleashing the real Asami. It didn't matter if he fought it or submitted to it, both were just as electrifying in the response they elicited from his lover.

Akihito always had liked playing with fire; it burned deliciously.