"Why the long face, Ha'ri? I was only teasing!" Shigure proclaimed, arms crossed over his chest as he sat across from his lover in their spacious bathtub. Perhaps Shigure should've kept a censor on himself, but he thought poking fun at Hatori's new tie would be amusing. Clearly, he was wrong.

Hatori scowled, grey gaze no longer meeting the canine's dark hues, instead, they were turned towards the tie that lay next to the bath in a discarded pile with the rest of their clothing. After undressing one another, they climbed into the scalding hot water together (Shigure's preference, of course) and bathed each other.

However, Shigure just had to make a rude remark. He just had to then give Hatori those puppy dog eyes in place of an apology or begging for forgiveness. What perhaps stung the most, was that Hatori knew Shigure was right. That tie: the offensive purple hue of it was…Tacky. He hadn't purchased it himself, it had been a gift from one of the younger cousins a Christmas or two ago. However, with all of his clothing at the dry cleaners, the purple atrocity was all that he had left.

"Come on, Ha'ri, don't give me that look. Tell me you adore me! Go on then- stroke my ego," Shigure purred, batting dark, thick eyelashes over his heavily lidded gaze. Play his cards right and Hatori may do more than forgive him. This was game: one the dog happened to be an expert at. The dragon was easy to understand, and easy to manipulate. You just had to play the game. "Ha'ri…"

Hatori's feldgrau orbs narrowed, before leaning down a bit and grabbing the offending tie off the floor. It was trash anyway; water would surely ruin the fine silk fabric, not that he cared one way or another.

I'm not going to stroke that massive ego of yours, Shigure. However, I will stroke…

The tie was wrapped around Shigure's wet wrists, binding them together for the time being. This gave the dragon ample opportunity to touch without Shigure stealing the show. He was caged, leashed- for all intents and purposes. Utterly perfect.

Hatori closed in on his prey, one strong hand resting on the mutt's shoulder, while his other wrapped around the base of Shigure's erection. It wasn't a surprise to find that the dog had already grown aroused at the touch, perhaps his arousal began once his wrists were bound. Shigure always was a sucker for masochism.

Hatori moved his hand slowly, long, languid pumps as his gaze never left his partner. "How do you like the tie now?" Hatori whispered, his monotone inquiry rhetorical and not at all expecting a reply.

Shigure's eyes shut, a smirk dancing across his lips as the corners curled upwards. "This is a much more suitable use for such a revolting piece of clothing," he cooed, skilled hips rolling up into Hatori's fist. The anticipation was nice, but Shigure was never one to wait. He only liked delaying pleasure when it was the dragon on the receiving end. "I'm being a good boy, aren't I? I haven't even struggled against my restraints- not even once. Why don't you reward me by giving more than these maddeningly slow strokes?"

Hatori hummed thoughtfully, flicking his gaze downwards long enough to watch his partner thrust up into hand. Truly, Shigure was infuriating. "Fine. Only because you asked so sweetly."

He removed his hand, and there was a shift in positions. While Shigure was sitting in the bathtub and leaning back against the tiled wall, Hatori eased himself into the mutt's lap. His kept one hand on the novelist's shoulder to steady himself, awhile the one had disappeared between them, lining the erection of his lover with his entrance. A bit of play earlier in the bath had prepped him enough for this, otherwise, the doctor wouldn't have even entertained the idea.

Easing himself down, his eyes fluttered open just in time to see the dog with his gaze trained on him rather intently, seemingly amused to watch Hatori lower himself on him. "Shut up," Hatori muttered, a tad bit childishly. If it were possible for him, his body would've flushed a bright crimson. Unfortunately, he'd grown far too used to Shigure's voyeuristic tendencies to truly be mortified by his watching on in wonderment.

A quiet groaned left Hatori as he met with the hilt of his lover, fully sheathed inside him now. He held still, trying to grow accustomed to the girth inside him, though in true canine-fashion, the dog was already wriggling his hips upwards and looking for some type of stimulation. He had no desire to wait until Hatori was stretched adequately, he'd much rather focus on his own pleasure at the moment.

Hatori sighed, well- he tried to sigh, but when Shigure's hip jerked upwards and hit that ever so wonderful spot inside him, the sigh turned into a sharp intake of breath. "Patience is a virtue," Hatori mumbled, his breath and words wavering to contain the pleasured mewls threatening to leave his throat. He didn't want to give Shigure the satisfaction.

Ever so slowly, the dragon began riding him. Hips moving up and down, steadying himself on his shoulders as he rode him. The bath water around them churned, enough to splash over the edge. For a fleeting moment, Hatori was concerned about the mess, but another well-timed upwards thrust into his prostate erased any and all concern from his mind- not unlike his own memory suppression technique. Perhaps Shigure had that special little skill as well…

Hatori was seeing white.

Grey eyes closed tightly, head hung as he allowed his bangs to fall into his face. He didn't want Shigure to see him; not like this, not wanton and coming more and more unhinged by every stroke, every soft sigh. "Harder," Hatori demanded, ever the fussy one when he was to bottom for Shigure. "Harder, 'Gure. Faster. Now."

"Bossy, bossy," Shigure grinned, though he readily complied. As he couldn't use his hands, Shigure instead decided to use his mouth. Smirk still plastered across his lips, he put them to work by peppering affectionate kisses all along Hatori's chest, giving a teasing bite or two when he deemed it necessary. His own orgasm was fast-approaching, the impending release only amplified by his current restraints. The dog groaned, tilting his head back as he always did upon climax, and he was pleased to feel Hatori respond merely by speeding up.

Hatori could feel the warmth fill him as Shigure found euphoria, and the dragon wasn't far behind him. Another few rolls of his own hips and he was spilling himself on Shigure's stomach, dribbling out onto the dog's bound hands… Yes, if the water hadn't ruined the tie before, it was certainly stained and ruined now.

The air between them went stagnant; the water slowly stilling as Hatori twitched a bit, nothing but soft pants between them. It was a cocky little chuckle that sliced through the comfortable silence, and Hatori peeked up at the dog through his thick, and now sweaty, bangs.

"If that is what you consider to be punishment, perhaps I should act out more often, Ha'ri."