Title: Sworn Duty (Smut Shot—Part of the Jewel Universe)
Author: kyouruhi24
Fandom: Viewfinder
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Not Safe For Work
Characters: Asami/Akihito, Fumiko (OC)
Timeline: Takes place years post Pray in the Abyss.
Summary: It's their third day an ocean apart. Post Sapphire PHONE SEX.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All rights reserved to Yamane Ayano.
Author's Note: A one-shot dedicated to souhitsou. This happened a few days after Sapphire. I was writing the next shot for Jewel, but this kept poking my brain. Hope you like it!
The buzzing from his left coat-pocket caught Asami's attention. Seeing the name of the caller, he flipped the device open, intending to make the phone call brief. "I have no time rig—"
"I'm wet and naked." A raspy voice greeted. "This is my hole urgently calling for you to fuck me."
The unmistakable sound of uneven breaths and rustling sheets in the background confirmed that his boy got him on loud speaker. Head switching gears, the glazed look on Asami's face became unquestionably predatory. "Is this your literal version of a 'booty call,' Akihito?"
An irritated huff. "Are you dumb? What part of 'Fuck. Me. Right. NOW.' don't you understand?"
"Oh?" Asami arched a brow, very intrigued by the behavior. This pattern had been occurring more and more frequently lately, but he wasn't one to complain since it always left him exceptionally pleased. Thus, as if the opposite was even possible, not when his Akihito was practically begging him for relief, Asami decided to indulge himself and ordered with a wicked leer, "Tell me where your hands are, Akihito."
"Around my cock," was the reply, curt and direct, accompanied by a shuddering breath. Then a pause, as if unsure. "Want me to tie my hands?"
Golden eyes danced in amusement.
That offer was entirely new.
"What do you have in mind?"
"..U-uh…" Akihito stammered, clearly not expecting acquiescence, the unusual coy attitude unknowingly flaming Asami's loins. Blue-grey orbs studiously avoided the full-length mirror reflecting his bare and lewd form as he scanned the sparsely decorated hotel room for any cloth long and strong enough to bind his hands with.
Apart from the sheets pulled at his feet, the search turned up naught.
Shit.
"Fucking room got nothing useful. And I'm not a nerd like you so I don't have any ties." In a deadpan voice he added, "I can use my shoelaces if you're into that kink."
Asami, however, clucked on the other end, unimpressed. "That won't do."
Akihito sighed in relief.
"We just need to improvise," the older man hummed, amusement renewed. Then, his tone dripping with sex, Asami commanded his lover's body to obey his sinful bidding. "Move your hands, Akihito." The effect was immediate. "Start by rubbing those nipples with your thumbs. I want you to pinch them until they're peaked like pebbled nubs. Can you imagine my hands gliding across your skin? Starting from your legs, then running up and down the inside of your milky thighs… teasing the underside of your balls." At this, Asami heard Akihito's breaths hitch. "Now, tell me how it feels, kitten. Is it torture? Even without handcuffs, you can't freely touch yourself. Not without my consent, anyway. It's just the two of us here, so we can take our time."
It didn't take long before heat pooled at his groin as Akihito followed the devil's song. But this time, his gaze dared not shy away from the mirror, burning eyes watching in fascination as his body came alive with every word.
"Do you wish I was right there with you right now? I can be. Just close your eyes and feel, Akihito. I'm kissing your neck, nipping on the skin that always makes you more aroused, slowly tracing my way up with the tip of my wet tongue. You like that don't you? Me leaving evidence of my ownership over you."
Akihito moaned, cock fully erect. Yes, his body agreed. He liked that.
He liked that a lot.
"I'm covering your lips with mine, swallowing your screams as my hand gripped your dick hard, the surrounding heat so good, that it almost hurts because you still can't come. I'm fucking your mouth with my tongue—in and out, in and out—caressing every corner and wrapping your own pink flesh in a seductive dance."
Akihito couldn't resist putting two fingers in his mouth, imitating the familiar actions of Asami's hot mouth. But it was not enough. Never enough because only Asami's lips could kiss like God—the one capable of devouring his whole mindheartbodysoul until nothing else was left behind.
"You'll feel me working down to your chest. I'll start by licking every inch of your right nipple before taking it into my hot mouth, sucking on it, and then switching to the other one just to do the same thing because I know you love it when I worship your pink perky nubs." Asami purred, the sound of his breath seeming like a hoarse whisper ghosting over a pebbled tip. "Tell me, am I wrong, Akihito?"
"W-what? Ugh…Yes—" but Asami's echoed growl on his ear was a reprimand, "—ah ..!..No… fuucckk, I don't know!" He rasped out, unable to come up with anything coherent. He was drowning in pleasure, his mind going on overdrive. The words were too real that he could almost feel Asami's presence—just beside him, the lust from the other man scorching his skin.
"It's a simple yes or no question, Akihito."
The playful tone snapped him, leaving Akihito incensed. Here he was losing himself just by hearing the other's voice, but good old pervert Asami didn't seem affected at all. "Yeah? Well, hear this bastard. Fuck. You. I asked for sex, Ryuichi, not to play twenty questions with you. So move it!"
Asami chuckled but nevertheless continued his torture. "After that, I'll shower your stomach with kisses, dipping my tongue on your navel with a few thrusts—"
"…fuuucckkk.."
"—as I slowly, slowly work my way lower and lower—"
'…to my cock, Akihito inwardly begged, his hands copying the imagined actions.
But to no avail since Asami was a proud sadist.
"—down to your thighs."
Akihito groaned. "You're a fucking prick. I hate you. I'm hanging up if you don't get me off this instant!"
"Are you sure about that, Akihito?" Asami countered from the other end, the huskiness in his voice bordering illegal. "I already have your legs spread wide open, tongue gliding up and down your left silky thigh." He visualized in his mind the familiar swollen member nestled in those delightful blonde curls. He could almost smell the younger man's sweet, musky scent and it was making his mouth water. But Asami had to resist. This was Akihito's moment of fun. He would get his chance when his lover was back at home. Thus, Asami carried on, adjusting the tightness of his pants. "I can see your straining cock slick with pre-cum, begging for my attention. I want to know how that tastes, Akihito. Go on," he urged, "you know what to do."
And Akihito sure did. His logic, or whatever was left of it, told him it was dirty and disgusting. But his body was deaf and arched more to the hand gathering pearls of white from his cock, before licking his fingers with the tip of his tongue.
Fuck what his mind said, the weird taste just made him hornier, if the answering moan was not telling enough.
It was definite. Akihito had become a sex fiend.
On the other line, Asami smirked. "That good, huh?"
"This is all your fault, you jerk! I've become a pervert like you." Akihito groused, arousal betraying the remorse of his words. "Now, finish what you started. Show me why I called you in the first place."
Asami was amused by the other's aggression—something that appeared from time to time when his younger lover was away. No wonder, he had become lax when dealing with Akihito's overseas assignments, because no matter where the latter was, it was still Asami's touch that he yearned.
"I know what you're thinking right now, Akihito." The apparent tightness now in Asami's tone pleased him. "You're thinking you got me just where you want me, between your thighs and breathing down your cock. But I will reward you this time because you've been a good little boy. I'll grip your length, hands going up and down just the way you want them. I'll lick the pre-cum dripping on the side of your cock, tracing upward until my tongue found your slit, laving it with saliva before sucking on the pink, engorged tip." A pause. "You like that, Akihito?"
Honestly, Akihito couldn't think anymore.
Asami took his silence as yes. "And you will almost come, but I won't let you. I have my right hand at the base of your cock and the other's tip tracing your entrance. I'm looking up at you, right there between your legs, whispering –Which do you want more, Akihito? My mouth licking and sucking your cock or my tongue fucking your ass?"
His mind blanked.
Was that a trick question?
But all he got out was "..nghh.." His body squirmed and writhed atop the mattress, desperately craving physical contact with Asami, briefly wondering when and just why he lost his inhibitions and called the other man for phone sex in the first place.
This was torture.
On the other end, Asami nodded as if understanding the not-really-a-word. "A wise choice." And before Akihito could ask just what it was he had picked, Asami continued. "You love it when I eat your ass, don't you Akihito? My tongue hot and wet licking and thrusting onto your pink hole. Look into that mirror—yes, I know it is there because I had it installed just for you—and trace your pucker with a middle finger, but don't push it in. Just trace it with the tip; slowly… yes that's it. Such a pretty little thing, Akihito. Can you see it twitch? It's calling for me. Calling for my long, stiff and leaking cock to slide between your ass cheeks and enter you fast and hard."
Damn. That almost did him. With fingers moving on their own, body unconsciously following the directive, Akihito felt like a puppet with Asami pulling the strings. And the pleasure, the pleasure was more than satisfying. "…ahh… yes…let me come…urgh…!"
"You have to tell me what you want me to do, Akihito."
"…fu… you shitty bastard!...I hate you…" He was practically sobbing now.
"Well, let me ask you Akihito. Do you want my huge dick deep inside you now?"
"Yes! Just come and fuck me, already." By this time, Akihito already lost all his senses of (nonexistent) moral decency. Then, just realizing the impossibility of his demand, he groaned, sounding needy and upset. "Damn it, Ryuichi. Why aren't you here to do that to me?"
Asami's reply came in harsh breaths when he gave the other man his instructions. "Listen to me, Akihito. Are you listening?" The whimpered reply was affirmative. "There's a hidden pocket inside your duffel bag. It's near your embroidered name. Do you see it? Just unzip from the left and retrieve all the contents."
"Asami…?" In his delirious state, Akihito reverted calling his lover by his surname. "W-what are you saying?"
"Just do it, Akihito. Trust me."
And he did.
Akihito crawled towards the end of his bed, erection bobbing up and down with his movements. With shaking hands, he attacked his bag, desperate to see the items Asami was spouting about. When he found it, or rather them, Akihito's mouth went dry.
There were packets of water-based lube and a dildo almost resembling the size of Asami's fully erect cock.
Fuck.
"You found them?" Asami's gruff question brought him back to reality.
"W-what… w-why is this thing in here?" Akihito refused to believe he just crossed almost two thousand miles with that thing undetected. He suddenly felt like a criminal. But shame only filled his cheeks when he realized, despite all the fiasco, that he was still unbearably aroused. "I don't remember packing a dildo into my bag."
"But of course. I always make sure to anticipate all your needs Akihito," was the smart reply.
Akihito licked his pouty lips, fully intending to make good use of the make-shift Asami-cock in his hands, repeatedly, but knowing nothing as to how. It was always Asami who got him stuffed with toys that all Akihito had to do was lie down and enjoy the ride. But this, this was new. It was about twelve inches long and three inches thick, balls covering the base so only more or less nine inches could be inserted to his hole. The veins on the fleshy-looking length only made it more realistic.
Damn.
It was long, thick and hard enough to hurt if handled inappropriately, and Akihito was deliciously, oh so deliciously terrified.
He gulped, finding it easy to regain his courage through the lust-filled haze. "What do you want me to do, Ryuichi?"
The hitch in his voice must be obvious because Asami growled his reply. "Grab the lube and go back to bed, now."
Akihito didn't waste another second and jumped onto the soft mattress.
"Have you prepared yourself, Akihito? Did those long, lean fingers slicked with lube fingered your hole and eased in slowly but surely before scissoring wide and letting not just three but four fingers inside?" The question was left hanging. "You have to answer me, Akihito. I need to know."
"Y-yeah, I'm all stretched." He declared throatily, and indeed, he had been since before the phone call, but Asami's words made him want to play with the pucker anew. Feeling adventurous, with his back now resting against the bed rest, Akihito relieved himself for the moment by rubbing the dildo against his straining cock, its veins creating delectable friction with the frotting motion, the pearls of pre-cum acting as lube. His spine arched as the tension continued building with each stroke. It felt good. Great even. But it was not enough, never enough to make him come screaming as if losing his mind.
More. Akihito needed more. So he dared use his middle and index fingers, easily getting past the resistance of his entrance, as they searched for the gland that made anal sex so worthwhile… So close. He was so close to nirvana, he just needed to fin—
"I don't remember giving permission to touch yourself, Akihito."
Like cold water being thrown to his face, he sobered up from the drunken passion but maintained the glare towards his phone as he griped. "That's because you're taking too long, Ryuichi."
Asami's breathy chuckle echoed from the device, sending delightful shivers up his spine. Akihito's mouth watered, thinking of the huge bulge possibly tenting his lover's Italian slacks. Turning blue-grey eyes at the dildo in his hands, he regarded the full length with voracious intent. He grinned. "You know, this dildo almost looked like yours. It's just begging to be sucked."
Bad move, Akihito.
"No." The tone was sharp, booking no argument.
A very, very bad move.
Before Akihito could ask why, Asami's dark and powerful words flooded his ears. "Don't even think about it, kitten. I only want those lips around my cock, you hear me? A mere toy doesn't have the privilege to slide inside that sinful little mouth and be wrapped in the tight heat of your constricting throat." A growl. "Those are mine alone to enjoy, Akihito. Never forget that."
The resounding 'or else' made him both giddy and petrified.
"Just be a good little boy and I'll give you what you want."
Akihito just nodded, unable to find his voice.
"Now, I want you to smear lube on your new toy, Akihito. Start from the engorged tip and spread it around the whole length so it's sufficiently slick and wet just for you. Then, place it upright on your bed, the base supported by the balls. When that's finished, get the lube again, and this time since you're already soft and loose, use three fingers to stretch yourself. Just three, Akihito," Asami repeated. "Don't be greedy."
The hard and heavy pants made him aware his lover was done and ready.
"See that, Akihito? Look at how eager it is to meet you. Think of it as the leaking cock, hard and straining between my thighs. All of that just for you." Asami's purr was velvety. "Straddle the tip as you always do with my dick and push, Akihito. Push all the way down to the hilt."
And Akihito screamed.
Needing no further prompting, he rode the dildo for all its worth.
"…. Fuck.. yes..ah-h.. ahh.. ugh..yesss.!..."
He didn't bother muffling his grunts, hips moving up and down, up and down, feeding the starved opening, each plunge stimulating his prostate making him see stars. He reached for his neglected cock, bobbing with every thrust, but Asami deemed it imperative to stop him.
"Don't touch yourself, Akihito."
The hands froze. "W-what..?" He managed amidst the feverish elation but didn't cease the movements of his hips, wanting more and more of the ecstasy at being utterly filled.
Lips curled into a smirk, certain his order was obeyed. "I know you want to touch yourself, crave to finger the sensitive slit and long to roll those balls on your smooth and silky palm. You like to do all that, don't you?"
A whimper.
"But not today. Not today when I can't have the pleasure of watching you lose yourself—such wanton body, sweating, panting and arching in bliss. You have to enjoy it just like this, Akihito. Hands on your chest, fingers splayed, teasing, rubbing and pinching your nipples, and your pink wet hole being stretched, rammed and filled with every thrust of your greedy, greedy hips." A deep and harsh whisper. "And listen, listen to my voice, Akihito. Because at this moment, only my words can make you come undone."
And with a scream, all logic and reason leaving him—because honestly, how could he even think with Asami's husky voice saying wicked things to his ears—and going to a far, far away place called oblivion, Akihito spilled his seed, cock twitching with every spurt of the creamy fluid, onto the pristine white of the hotel sheets.
Breathless and drained, he collapsed atop the area untainted by his release.
After a few more gulps of air, coherency slowly but surely returning, Akihito decided to finally come clean.
"I need to stay for a few more days."
Asami rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming. "I figured as much."
A sigh, deep with longing and regret.
"I'll be home soon."
"I know." As if there was any doubt.
Akihito played with the buttons of his phone, wondering about his family on the other end. Asami had been indulgent and didn't seem angered by his announcement. The few days of being away had been bearable so far. His usual bout of recklessness hadn't gotten him in trouble with Suoh, or else there was no qualm Asami would order him restrained, kicking and screaming, to be shipped back to Japan.
But, of course, that was only if he got caught in the first place. That latest kidnapping stint left him with a few new tricks up in his sleeves.
"Tell the princess I've taken a lot of pictures of those weird flowers she keeps on harping about."
"Ah. So I'm being deprived of your ass just because of some flowers again, Akihito?" The amusement was palpable from his statement.
"Stupid. You know what I mean." Akihito huffed, annoyed. "Besides, I think we need to talk with her one of these days. I know she's young and all that but her current concept of beauty is questionable at best. And before you say it, my Lilibeth is perfectly fine. She's a beautiful and strong kind of cacti."
Asami snorted, agreeing only with the strong part. He had yet to find anything beautiful in the plant that kept injuring his Akihito.
"Also tell Fumiko that I love her and miss her." With eyes narrowed, picturing his mischievious daughter, he added, "And remind that minx the house better be still standing when I come home."
Asami nodded as if Akihito could see him. "And?" This time, the tone used was teasing.
The blonde man rubbed his eyes, feeling drowsiness crawling in. "What do you mean 'and'? That's it, I'm done. Period. I'm fucking tired and my body is screaming for me to give it a rest and sleep." He yawned as if in emphasis.
But Asami was one persistent bastard. "Should I read this phone call as you missing me, Akihito?"
Silence.
Akihito was too tired to even muster a glare meant to burn Asami's end of the line. "I miss your cock."He countered just to be insufferable.
But the sound of a hearty chuckle echoing from his phone assured him that the true meaning of his words was well-received.
Another yawn escaped past his lips.
Golden eyes warmed, knowing the other man really wanted to sleep but refused to be the first one to hang up. He decided to indulge himself for the last time. "Before you fall asleep on me, Akihito, I just need to know if my husbandly duties had been performed to your satisfaction."
Suddenly awake, Akihito sat up, mentally sending daggers through the phone.
He absolutely loathed that voice mocking him.
"Fuck. You."
Asami smirked, taking the jibe like the best compliment ever uttered. "Always glad to be of service." And with a resounding 'click', he ended the call before Akihito gained enough strength to yell at him.
Clearing his throat after tucking the phone back inside his coat-pocket, Asami opened the thick manila folder containing another proposal to expand Club Sion—because he was that cool, he could do business even with the huge bulge tenting his pants—then promptly turned to the black-suited men, the same ones who had caused his earlier dark mood, now with faces flushed, body shamefully inflamed and usually cold and cunning orbs refusing to meet his eyes.
"So," he drawled, expression obviously smug, "where were we?"
END
1) To see Akihito's new toy, click here.
* www . thickdildo Vac-U-Lock-Hung-White/sku-DJ101527?a=hgv
2) One of Brian Kinney's famous lines in Queer as Folk: "Listen to me, _. Are you listening?"
NOTE: This is the first full-blown Smut Shot I've ever written. Constructive criticisms are more than welcomed. Thank you!