A/N: I've been trying to avoid doing the old two update on the same fic in 2 days thing because if you aren't signed up for email updates it can make it hard to keep track of but... I got a little over excited at this chapter that I have had planned for aaaaggeeessss. I also made an adjustment to last chapter in that the 5 million to run Team Takaba is actually in USD not yen. Because that's actually way more accurate.
Annnd next chapter is the storm breaking the relative calm of right now :O
Asami sat back with his whiskey in hand, content to wait. He had just received word that Akihito was heading home for the evening in much higher spirits than he had been earlier. He had to admit that while it was cute to be sent a photo of Akihito curled up asleep on the couch in his overly large sweatshirt, he much referred the photos of his smile that he had been sent that evening. It was a bittersweet knowledge that they young man missed him and was moping. It reinforced the level of his feelings but Asami would always prefer to see his laughing face.
Now if only Akihito would stop avoiding half of his messages. Even those that he did answer were short and screamed avoidance. He had been okay to leave it initially, figuring the young man would call him eventually but he seemed determined to mope on his own. If he didn't call tonight within half an hour of being home, Asami would make the move. And if his little soulmate didn't pick up, well, there would be some punishment due when he returned home.
Sure enough, within twenty minutes of Asami receiving confirmation that Akihito had entered the penthouse, his phone lit up with a call. His lips curved into a satisfied smile at his soulmates name as the caller.
"Hello, kitten."
"Hi…" Ah, it was shy Akihito today, and he didn't protest the pet name for once. Interesting.
"Are you feeling any better? I heard the dinner was quite the success."
"I… Yeah. It was fun." Akihito's voice was soft, uncertain. Then, "But why do I have so many guards?! And what's this about a FIVE MILLION USD yearly allowance?! Why are you spending so much money on this?! How much money do you have?!"
There we go, there's the Akihito he knew. Asami laughed as his soulmate kept ranting, clearly upset about his spending. But really, what was a mere five million to him? He wasn't entirely sure if Akihito actually wanted to know just how much money he was worth though. Certainly far more than he could comprehend.
"Akihito," he said cutting across the angry rant, "that amount is nothing to keep you safe. I would give far more than that if need be." That seemed to diffuse Akihito's anger almost instantly judging by the huff and silence following his statement.
"I can look after myself," it was a token grumble. The façade of resistance while they skirted around the reason as to why Asami needed to keep him safe. "How's the trip?"
"Busy. We've been working almost round the clock to get things sorted to be able to come back on time. But I have something slightly more interesting to talk about. I left you a present in the secret room before I left."
"The secret room?" Akihito questioned and Asami could hear the rustling as he moved about the penthouse. "Why would you leave a present in the secret room?"
Asami didn't answer as he heard the door open, Akihito must have been in the master bedroom to get there so quickly.
"Asami!" Akihito hissed just like a prickly little cat and he could picture the embarrassed flush that always accompanied such a tone. "Oh my god. Phone sex, really? Is that what this is?"
"Of course. Did you really think there wouldn't be phone sex if we are parted for so long? You can't deny that you must be feeling a little needy by now, I know you. You struggled to go a week even when you were injured. I have been looking forward this all week, my cute little Akihito."
"Why are they pink?!" Akihito's embarrassment had to responsible for the sudden change in pitch in his voice. It was high and slightly strangled.
"To differentiate between your toys and mine. These are yours, for your use when I'm away. I assumed that even if you were desperate, you would refuse to touch anything in the secret room because they were mine. A silly excuse but now you have your own complete set," Asami explained indulgently and chuckled at the strangled noise Akihito made.
He pictured them just as he left them, a set of hot pink sex toys all cleaned and ready for use laid out on the secret room's bed. Asami had hoped that he might have received an indignant phone call earlier in the week if Akihito had found them but as he thought, he wasn't quite so adventurous on his own.
"Why is there a webcam? And… a Bluetooth earpiece?" Curiosity warred with apprehension in his tone.
"Phone sex is an excellent idea all on its own. But I thought we could make it even better."
"Wait-"
"Go get your laptop, Akihito."
"But-"
"Set it up in the bedroom so I can see you."
"Asami! Are you crazy? Can't we do normal phone sex? Oh my god, I can't believe I just said that."
"I am aware just how much you like playing both the exhibitionist and the voyeur. This way, you can do both."
"Wait, both? ... That means I can see you too?"
"Of course. Would you like to know the reason for the earpiece?" Asami teased, pleased that fact that he could hear Akihito moving again. He might splutter and deny being just as kinky as Asami but he couldn't resist when it came right down to it. After all, Akihito loved playing with fire and taking everything Asami gave him. A breathy 'yes' met his words and Asami chuckled darkly. Oh yes, he had Akihito regardless of his token protests. "There's two reasons for it. One is so that I talk directly into your ear which I know you quite enjoy but the other is so that your laptop microphone doesn't pick up my voice. It's not that I don't want to hear myself, although that is part of the reason because I do want to hear you unimpeded. No, it's because we are going to record our own video streams and swap."
"What?" Akihito's voice was soft but strained.
"We get to see each other and get off tonight, but we also get to keep a hot little video of the other to warm our lonely nights."
"Asami!" Akihito said scandalised but Asami didn't miss the increase in his breathing as he spoke, "You want to make a porn video?!"
"Mmm," he hummed then chuckled darkly, "One for me of your cute little cries as you get acquainted with your new toys. And one for you of myself. It's a good deal isn't it, Akihito?" There was no reply except a sharp breath in as Akihito considered his words. Asami knew just how to play his little lover when it came to sex and this was no exception. "Get your laptop, kitten. I want to see you."
"You pervert…" was Akihito's breathless reply. "Okay. Okay, just give me a second," He paused and sounded slightly more put together when he spoke next, "You didn't have to buy another webcam though, my laptop has one inbuilt."
"I want to see you in the best possible quality," Asami said simply.
"Of course you do, rich bastard." The grumble was half hearted at best and Asami thrilled in the breathy sigh that met his dark chuckle. This was a fun game already, he might just have to do this every time he went away. Even better, he would have quite the collection of wanton Akihito videos at the end of it. "Okay, I've got my laptop."
"Set it up in the master bedroom with the earpiece and webcam then choose what toys you want to use," he instructed and waited as he listened to Akihito moving around. The anticipation of finally seeing his lover after a week but also what they were about to do was causing his own breathing to quicken. The silence over the phone became strained with pure sexual tension.
"O-okay. I'm ready, what do I do?"
Asami instructed Akihito on which program to load up and grinned, sharp and feral as his lover appeared on his screen. A pretty blush adorned his cheeks and he looked equal parts embarrassed and turned on. He was surprised to see one of his own shirts draped over slim shoulders. Tight briefs were the only other thing his lover wore and Asami found himself instantly hard. Oh, what a truly marvellous surprise. He disconnected the call to slip the earpiece in place instead, prompting Akihito to do the same.
"You are wearing my shirt."
"Yeah," blue eyes lit up in defiance as Akihito set his shoulders, "you have a problem with that?"
"Not at all. Did you put that on just to talk to me on the phone?" Caught out, Akihito flushed even more and his gaze skittered away from the screen. Pitching his voice deep, Asami took control of the charged atmosphere, "Show me what you picked out to play with."
Akihito held up a hot pink vibrator with a small scowl, clearly trying to hide the small amount of discomfort he felt doing such a thing for the first time. The fresh tube of lube sat at his side and his underwear clearly outlined just how excited Akihito really was by the thought of what was going to happen.
"Just the one?" A small nod met his words. "All right. Sit back on the bed, I want to see you." Akihito leaned back on his hands, the shirt falling open to reveal the firmness of his chest and stomach and two bright, perky nipples. "Ahh, you really are a sight for sore eyes."
"You too," Akihito replied breathlessly, embarrassment gone in the heat of the moment as he stared, eyes fixed on the screen.
In reward for the admission, Asami slowly, deliberately, began to unbutton his shirt. He revelled in the burning gaze of his lover as he bared inch by inch of his own skin. It was gratifying to watch as Akihito's breathing quickened and he snuck a hand down to stroke across his clothed length.
"Stroke yourself for me," Asami commanded and Akihito quickly pulled himself from his underwear. "Leave the shirt on."
Akihito grinned, the sex vixen in him coming to the fore. He thrived on Asami's attentions and he took the opportunity to tease his hand oh so slowly across his cock. He sat spread eagled on their bed with a cheeky grin and a bright flush of arousal and Asami never wished to be able to cross oceans as much as he did right then.
"Such a naughty tease, kitten. But then, I know that's not where you really want my hands to be, is it? Remember, your hands are my hands now. Uh," he raised an eyebrow as Akihito's hands snuck lower, "since when do I make it that easy? If you are going to tease me, I'm going to return the favour. Play with your nipples. Squeeze then, pinch them, roll them. Show me how you like it."
Using one hand to keep himself propped up, Akihito ventured the hand that had been on his cock up to rub across a perky nipple. He played with it lightly as he kept one eye on Asami.
"Harder." The fingers obediently began to pinch down but it wasn't enough. Asami loved to cruelly tease those cute little buds but it would be interesting to see how much control Akihito would keep and how much he would give over when Asami wasn't physically with him. "Harder," he rasped again.
Akihito's head fell back and the first moan of the evening ripped from his throat. Asami drank in the flush that was spreading down his chest and eyed the long expanse of skin visible. What he would give to be able to sink his teeth into it, mar the beauty of it with his marks of ownership. He wondered if Akihito had any idea just how much he ached to be there.
"You like that don't you, Akihito? You love that little bit of pain to cut the pleasure. Look at you, you looked wrecked before we have barely begun. I want to sink my teeth into that pretty little neck of yours and mark you. How you shudder and moan when I bite you," Akihito moaned at his words and Asami grinned as his lover continued his cruel torment on the other nipple without being prompted, just like he would. "You taste so sweet, kitten. And when I was done with you, the world would know exactly who you belonged to. You cannot hide away the brands I leave on your flesh. Grab the lube, Akihito. Open yourself up for me."
The low moan was music to his ears as Akihito moved to slick up his fingers. "Why flavoured lube?" he questioned as he peered at the bottle before unscrewing the cap.
"Why not?" Asami replied, un-phased by the abrupt change in mood. It was a very Akihito thing to do, especially if he was still a little nervous. "And I thought that perhaps you might need some help if you were to put on a little show with one of the toys."
"Show?" Akihito was breathless as he sat back and moved his hand between his legs. "Isn't that what this is? Why would I care if it was flavo-... Oh. THAT kind of show."
Asami chuckled as realisation struck. "That's it," he purred as tentative fingers slipped inside with little resistance. Akihito groaned and his head lulled back again. Ah, he was being over eager, the pain reminiscent of himself and spurring him higher. Asami watched transfixed as Akihito did exactly as he would have without Asami having to be explicit. He thought that his little lover would have required more coaxing and guidance but he must miss his touch more than he was willing to admit aloud.
"Deeper," he commanded as he unbuckled his belt. He was impossibly hard and he couldn't bear to leave the uncomfortable pressure unattended any longer. "More, Akihito. Deeper like how I would."
"I can't," he panted out, clearly frustrated. "Asami! I can't…"
"Another finger then. Yours are slimmer than mine but the sudden stretch still burns doesn't it, kitten?"
"Yes! Oh!" Akihito whimpered, his head lolling to the side but he kept avid eyes on Asami as he pulled out his straining length. Teeth bit into his lower lip in frustration as he struggled to give himself just what he needed.
"Harder," Asami commanded hoarsely as he began to slowly stroke his own cock. Pleasure raced up his spine as Akihito moved his hand faster, trying to push his fingers deeper despite the awkward angle on his back. The young man was flexible but his fingers were thinner and shorter than Asami's and coupled with the angle, it seemed to frustrate more than please. "Grab the toy, baby. Show me what you would do if I was there."
He expected some kind of reaction at the pet name but Akihito just lunged for the toy eagerly. He must be far too aroused to care, perhaps he didn't even notice. A dark grin tugged up his lips when Akihito sat up and he caught sight of his blown black eyes. Oh yes, Akihito was just as deep as he was in their little game. More so perhaps, because he got to give up control while Asami directed their actions.
"Is this…?" Akihito trailed off with the vibrator just in front of his face. A little pink tongue darted out to wet his lips and Asami groaned softly at the erotic sight.
"It's clean. Show me."
That was all the encouragement Akihito needed to stuck his tongue out and give a long lick before moving to suckle on the head. Asami watched avidly and could almost feel the hot, wet sensation of Akihito pleasuring him just the way he liked it. They had spent a great deal of time together with the blonde's lips wrapped around his cock while he learned how to take him deep in his throat and he knew exactly how to get him off now.
"Yeesss, that's it, Akihito. Fuck baby, I want those sweet lips wrapped around my cock right now. You're so good," Akihito whimpered at the praise, eyes wide, and chest heaving as he continued to pleasure the toy. "You know just how to get me going." Asami gripped his length tightly in an effort not to spill now as he lost himself in the fantasy. "I think you deserve a reward after that show. Get on your knees."
Akihito flipped over with enough haste that Asami chuckled. The shirt was moved up his back to reveal his pink, twitching hole. "Show me." Fingers snuck down his crease to circle his hole before pushing his cheeks wide. Asami groaned, low and deep, at the lewd spectacle.
"Asami!" Akihito whimpered.
"Get the toy and let me watch, nice and slow."
Akihito quickly slicked up the toy then lined it up with his entrance and slowly pushed it inside. His legs trembled with the pleasure and he arched back into it, struggling with not just fucking himself back onto it. The stretch would be wider than his fingers but Akihito never minded the burn. If anything, he got off harder and faster when Asami entered him a little early.
What he hadn't told Akihito was that all of his vibrating toys were hooked up to Asami's phone. He opened up an app on his phone before turning back to his lover just in time to see it finally seated. A sheen of sweat could be seen across the pale skin and Asami had the urge to bite down on the soft skin of his thighs.
"How is it Akihito?"
"Ryu…"
Asami moaned at the name. Ah, now that was just playing dirty. "That good, hmm? I have a little surprise for you to make it even better." He reached over and tapped a button on his phone.
Akihito cried out in shock as the toy in his ass began to vibrate and Asami began to stroke himself off in earnest. Akihito's mewls of pleasure were too hot to be denied.
"How does it feel, baby? Ah!" he admonished as his lover crept a hand underneath him. He turned the vibrations up a notch in punishment. Akihito's cries changed pitch and it was music to his ears. "No touching yourself. You'll come on my cock alone, Akihito."
His soulmate was sobbing now, begging for release as it built up higher and higher but never quite enough. His incoherent pleas would be something he would play back time and time again once he got this video.
"Hold the toy Akihito." This time it was a moment before the young man moved. Asami knew it wasn't quite touching where it needed to be or his lover would have cum already. "That's it," he encouraged as the hand crept up to take hold of the base, "You know where you need it." Akihito cried out and arched into it as the toy hit him in just the right place. "Hold it."
Akihito's cries became almost liquid in pitch and he shuddered at the onslaught of pleasure. It was too much too fast and he had shot straight past orgasm and into sensitivity. It would take him longer to come like this but he would come far harder.
"Ryu… Please!"
Asami spilled into his own hand with a low groan at the sound of his given name in such a tone. "Hold it," he cautioned breathlessly as Akihito practically sobbed with his need for release. Finally, with a sob, Akihito came untouched but for the toy in his ass. His mouth was stretched out in a silent scream of pleasure but he didn't move, muscles locked tight and quivering. The hand stayed pressing the toy against his prostate, milking himself as Asami would. Asami grabbed his phone and turned down the vibrations bit by bit as Akihito continued to spasm in aftershocks.
"You can let go," he said as he finally slowed the toy to a stop. Akihito crumped like a used doll on the bed, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Asami took the chance to clean himself up while he waited for his lover to come back around.
Akihito shifted to looked at his laptop and immediately flushed. He buried his face in the soiled blankets with a small groan of embarrassment.
"Oh my god, I can't believe we just did that!"
Asami laughed at the muffled words. He was very much looking forward to playing this little game again. But before that, he was keen to get a copy of the sexy video of his wanton little kitten coming apart at the thought of his touch.