"Do you know why you're here?"

"I've been a bad bitch."

"Incredibly. You gonna apologize for it?"

"No, sir. I don't think I will."

"Hm. Then I'm very sorry to say, I'm going to have to punish you."

Asahi dragged the tip of the riding crop along Kisumi's naked body as he circled the table. Those glittering lavender eyes followed him. Kisumi's lips pulled up in the corners with a steady, unobstructed grin.

"Are you now?" he said, his voice soft and lilting, twisting with a tease at the end.

Asahi looked at him sternly, expression blank, and leaned in close until their noses were almost touching. "Wipe that smirk off your face," he murmured.

Kisumi's smile did the exact opposite.

"Hm," Asahi huffed, straightening his back again. "I suppose you think this is funny then."

"You're incredibly entertaining, Captain. And might I just say, you have a lovely jawline."

Asahi swatted at Kisumi's exposed hip with the short, leather strap, and Kisumi hissed between his teeth, body tensing, just before he exhaled a giggle.

"You can leave the flattery for the simping sorority girls," Asahi said. "I don't accept that kind of schmoozing here."

"Oh, but Captain, I was only telling the truth. Honest."

Asahi chuckled darkly. "Oh~ I learned to stop trusting you a looong time ago."

He thwacked him on the thigh this time and dragged the leather down the length of Kisumi's leg, walking back around the other way until he was facing Kisumi at the opposite end of the table. Kisumi had to tilt his head to keep his gaze on him, but there was still a smirk in the corner of his lips. Asahi tapped the inside of his thigh this time, staring hard with his lip between his teeth as though he was thinking.

He let the anticipation build up for a good long, delicious while, and then swatted Kisumi sharply on the stomach and skimmed up the length of his dick. Kisumi gasped and shivered. Asahi smiled.

"Yeah. I know exactly what to do with you."

Kisumi hummed, smiling, and watched as Asahi lay the riding crop down and exchanged it for a handful of rope. He looped it around his shoulder only long enough to grab Kisumi by the hips and yank him closer to his end of the table, which forced his arms to stretch out over his head where his wrists were already tied down, and he giggled.

"You still think it's funny," Asahi said, attention on expertly tying Kisumi's calves to his thighs, so that his knees stayed bent, and then anchoring them to the legs of the table.

"I can't help it, Captain. You're exhilarating."

"Go on."

"Is it masochistic of me to say I'm achingly excited to receive my punishment?"

"It is."

"I hope you leave nothing left of me."

"Oh I plan to. And whatever is left, I promise you will writhe and squirm in sweat and utter torture under my complete mercy, and you will be begging for relief." He leaned in closer between Kisumi's legs as he said this, breath skating across his jaw in a whisper by the end, and Kisumi bit at his lip, eyes closing as he inhaled with delight.

"Are you going to force me to wait much longer?"

"Possibly." He straightened his back and perused the collection of toys they'd accumulated across the years, pretending to think some more as he indeed made Kisumi wait, long enough for him to start moaning with impatience.

"You are cruel, you know."

"Are you willing to apologize?"

"Never."

"Then the cruelty will continue." He chose the vibrating beads with the widest range of intensities, and set it down beside the riding crop, which he picked back up and dragged all along Kisumi's constricted legs.

"It is a shame, you know," he sighed wistfully, watching the ticks in his body. "You are truly … very pretty."

"Thank you."

"Or, maybe that's my reward."

"Oh?"

He swatted at Kisumi's exposed asshole, and Kisumi hissed through his teeth again.

"Oooh," he groaned. "What a tease you are."

Asahi repeated the action twice more, waiting in between until Kisumi stopped anticipating it. He whined.

"Still think you're going to make it through this?" Asahi questioned, smirking.

Kisumi sighed. "You're giving me my doubts, but I'm still incredibly thirsty for it."

Asahi hummed and wiggled the riding crop between Kisumi's butt cheeks, watching his thighs flex. "Maybe I should have you start begging now then."

"Please," Kisumi said immediately, dramatically. "Am I nothing but a toy to you, Captain? After all this time. Don't leave me wanting."

He swatted his cheek this time. "Not good enough."

Kisumi pulled up a lopsided smirk, eyes glazed over with lust. "You promised to make me squirm," he whispered, articulating each syllable.

Asahi grinned. "Alright."

He set down the riding crop and grabbed the bottle of lube, pouring a generous amount onto his fingers which he used to tickle Kisumi's hole with. He twitched, and tried to hold back a giggle, but it didn't work.

"Not like that!" he squealed through his laughter.

"What's that? I'm sorry. I thought you said you wanted to squirm."

"You are positively monstrous!"

He thrust two fingers into Kisumi's ass and smirked, watching his face as his laughter choked into a loud moan and his hips tried to lift off of the table. He held still there just a for a moment, listening to Kisumi's panting and waiting for him to get comfortable again.

"It takes skill," Kisumi huffed, body restless with Asahi's fingers just sitting there inside of him. He curled and uncurled his own fingers several times, "to attack a man when he least expects it."

"That is my area of expertise," Asahi gloated. "Or weren't you aware?"

Kisumi hummed. "I think I like it."

"You won't soon enough. Do you remember the safe word?"

"Never needed to."

"Are you saying I go too soft on you?"

"I'm saying, I love to suffer."

"You are a masochist."

"I thought so."

"You'll remember it when it's time. We'll start off easy."

"Are you —"

He was interrupted when Asahi pulled his fingers out just enough to thrust them back in, teasing his prostate for only a second and drawing an elongated moan out of him. Then he extracted his fingers altogether and Kisumi immediately protested.

"Oh, you fucker. That's really not funny."

"I'm very willing to sit here for the next ten minutes without touching you."

"Don't you dare."

He gave it five, and Kisumi was pouting rigidly by the end. Asahi only chuckled and picked up the toy he'd chosen.

"Phase Two," he said, pushing it into Kisumi's waiting body, slowly enough that it wouldn't hurt him, but also quickly enough that he didn't have time to get used to the gradual increase in size of each bead. And when it was all the way in, he was already out of breath.

He walked casually away from there to lean against the side of the table with his hip, closer to Kisumi's shoulders so that he could watch his face.

"Still feeling confident?" he asked, twirling the remote in his hand.

"Actually," Kisumi breathed. "You just pissed me off."

"Oh good. This should be twice as fun then." He turned the vibrator on to the second lowest setting, literally only long enough for Kisumi to flinch with an appeased moan, and then he turned it back off, and Kisumi scowled, eyes closed.

"Asahi."

"Who?"

He shook his head, coughing out a bitter laugh. "You son of a bitch."

He gave him five seconds of the highest setting, and was satisfied with the yelp that left his lips.

"Motherfucker," he cursed, turning a glare on him.

"You said you wanted to suffer."

Kisumi made a face, and it was one of legitimate irritation. But he was the one who was strapped to the table and Asahi was the one with the remote. So Asahi lifted another smile.

"You're on my time, remember?"

Kisumi let out a steady breath and his expression smoothed out a moment later. "For now," he said airily, turning his eyes up to the ceiling. "Don't forget, you're all mine tonight, and I do not intend to take it easy on you."

He turned it on the third setting and left it there. Kisumi moaned first, and then sighed with satisfaction after.

This could have been his favorite, but it had to be put in a special category all on its own. There was something deeply satisfying about watching so many minute ripples of pleasure take hold of Kisumi's expressions. And that was probably because he was so impossibly controlled all the fucking time.

They were in love, and had been for what felt like eons now, and even though he knew Kisumi was willing to be vulnerable with him (far more than with anyone else) there was still no such thing as putting to death that mask of composure he always wore. Kisumi had to be put together always. Kisumi had to be in control always. Even in moments like this, when he freely gave Asahi permission to have his way with him, the grip he had on those reins was near impossible to unfurl.

But here, in this exact handful of seconds, when Kisumi was at the mercy of his body and all of its aching desire to feel by whatever means necessary, he was the most raw that he was ever going to be. The ticks in his expression changes were involuntary. The way that his head tilted back and his chest rose with whining breaths was out of his hands. The way his thighs shook and his heels tried to stable his body on their own, it was all automatic, all done without any calculating thought, without any planning, or careful consideration. The glistening break of sweat on his brow was pure. The way that he licked and bit at his lip was instinctual.

In every other moment, he was a god that could not be fooled. But here he was human. And not just human, but Asahi's human.

"Feel good?" Asahi asked, his voice husky and soft, barely breathed out with any thought. His eyes remained ravenous and unblinking on Kisumi's face.

"Yes," was Kisumi strained response.

"Should I leave it?"

"Please."

Asahi's eyes dropped, only long enough to follow his own hand as he delicately traced his fingers up the inside of Kisumi's quaking thigh. He bit at his own lip and palmed his dick with his free hand.

"You're making me hard, you know. I kind of want to fuck you again … But you seem to be enjoying yourself."

"Asahi~" was all that Kisumi seemed able to manage.

Asahi grinned and gave Kisumi's thigh a squeeze. "I don't know who that is."

He turned the toy off, and though Kisumi moaned with a tone of disappointment, he seemed too breathless to complain just yet. Asahi pinched at the end of the beads and took the liberty of slowly thrusting it back and forth.

"Oh~ fuck."

"Have you calmed down?"

Kisumi whined and tried to squirm.

He pulled the beads all the way out, hardly let the gasp finish, and then pushed them all the way back in.

"Nnnughh. Again, please."

"Just like that?"

"Just like that."

Asahi obliged, and Kisumi's entire body shook.

"Oh. I could watch that all day."

A tiny smirk made it back to Kisumi's lips. "I could do that all day."

Asahi curled up another smile and allowed him one more, melting under the heat of his song. "As much as I'd love that," he said, pulling it back out again, "I'm supposed to be punishing you."

He did wait the full ten minutes this time. And Kisumi was livid.

"What if I told you I wanted out, right now?" he said through his teeth.

Asahi chuckled and gave him a peck on the lips. "Then I'd let you go. But you know you'd be missing out on a really good climax."

"Fuck you."

"I think it's time for a cock ring, huh?"

Kisumi blew a long steaming breath out of pursed lips, his eyes closed with thin patience, and he did not respond. It was doing nothing to help him. A pissy Kisumi was just as enticing, if not more so, as a begging Kisumi.

Asahi smirked to himself and eyed the collection of rings among the bunch, tapping his lip with a finger. He gave a thoughtful hum. "Hmm … We haven't used the metal ones in a while."

"I fucking hate the metals ones," Kisumi complained behind him.

"I know," he teased. "It would only make sense for a punishment's sake, don't you think?"

"I hope you don't plan on doing a lot of moving around tomorrow."

He looked over his shoulder with an eyebrow raised. "Are you threatening me?"

Kisumi stared him straight in the eye. "Have I been laying on this goddamn table for the past fifteen minutes without you touching me?"

Asahi snickered and turned back to the toys. "It hasn't been that long yet."

"It feels like an hour."

"You're just dramatic. But you know what, since it's so serious that you've utterly broken character, I guess I'll be some kind of nice."

He turned back to the table with one of the rubber rings pinched between his fingers and Kisumi's expression softened. "Thank you."

"I wouldn't just yet. May I?"

"Please."

He took his time slipping the ring around Kisumi's cock, giving his already-full erection intentional strokes, caressing his balls with gentle fingers, still watching every little way that he shivered and craned, but with satisfaction on his brow. Once the ring was on, he leaned forward between Kisumi's thighs and placed a tiny kiss on the head of his cock, then grazed the length of his shaft with brushing touches of his lips. Kisumi sighed, stomach rising and falling heavily. Asahi placed two more kisses to his skin on his way to nip lightly at the little bit of flesh covering his hipbone. Kisumi squirmed with a tiny moan.

"You know what?" Asahi said, voice lowered again. He tucked a hand under Kisumi's thigh and kissed the inside. "I haven't marked you up in weeks."

"Asahi, I have a photoshoot on Tuesday," he breathed, not very convincingly, but that was probably because Asahi was already sucking the blood up towards the surface of his skin.

"How naked will you be?" he asked, moving to a new spot.

"Enough."

He chuckled. "Well then we better get as many in there as possible."

"They'll never ask me back."

"More time for me."

Kisumi gasped out a tiny squeak when Asahi bit him particularly hard. "God," he growled through his teeth. "Again."

Asahi obliged, and then moved to the other thigh. He sucked and bit his way along most of Kisumi's body, spent a particularly lengthy amount of time swirling his tongue around his nipples and listening to him keen. He absolutely ravaged his neck, and it wasn't until then that Kisumi struggled with the restraints around his wrists, yearning to touch Asahi back. His response was to smooth his palms up under Kisumi's quivering arms and turn his lips to his ear.

"Are you horny for me right now, my love?"

"I'm always horny for you."

"You flatter me."

"Can I appeal to your better nature — Captain?"

"Oh?" Asahi chuckled and grazed his earlobe with his teeth. "So you remember my name, do you?"

"You have such a gentle touch, but you've left me achingly empty."

"Ahh~ I see." Asahi sucked a long, contemplative breath through his teeth, fingers skating the length of Kisumi's body, before he stood to full height again and exhaled. He walked his fingers up Kisumi's cock, watched it twitch with eagerness, and then lifted his gaze to those lust-filled eyes.

"I'm tempted to split you open, but I'm afraid that's exactly what you want."

Kisumi's lips curled up in the corners. "Won't you have pity on me?"

"Absolutely not," Asahi said, smiling in return. "Never. You're far too cunning to be pitied."

He added just the right amount of pouting to his cheeks. "Then will you continue to leave me lying here?"

"I should." He picked up the beads again. "If I felt like being cruel."

"Even more so than you already have been?"

He didn't respond to that, just poked Kisumi's asshole with the tip and cocked his head to the side.

Kisumi pursed his lips. "How long must it go on?"

"Until I say when … or until you tap out."

"This is truly the worst kind of torture."

"I know."

He turned it on the lowest setting and just held it there, waiting Kisumi out with an unhurried and unbothered confidence until a crease formed on his brow and he turned his gaze up to the ceiling.

"Please~ just a little bit at least."

"What do I get in return?"

Kisumi's body shifted, trying to push down onto the toy, but Asahi pulled it back, just barely letting it touch him.

"Every inch of me," he whined.

"Hm … I admit, that's enticing."

"As it should be."

"Don't ruin your chances so quickly."

"I am begging, Captain."

He curled up a smirk and obliged by pushing it in halfway, and this earned him a hefty moaning breath and a quiet, "Fuck."

"Yes?"

"Yes."

He began slow thrusts again, this time without backing off, and Kisumi had plenty of time to settle into it with both relief and a growing ache for more. Asahi could see it in the sweat breaking on his forehead, and hear it in the tension of his voice. His own desire for satisfaction was a yawning thing that fed off of every bit of this, but other than tracing his dick through his jeans at the sound of every other moan, he did nothing to alleviate that.

Kisumi may have been the masochist, but anticipation was Asahi's secret addiction.

He slid the beads all the way in and left them there on a medium setting, then turned his attention to mouthing Kisumi's cock, dragging his tongue along the shaft, licking the slit, massaging the base with his fingers, all in a flirtatious tease, which never acknowledged or allowed the full attention that Kisumi's bucking hips were looking for.

"Asahi~…"

He responded by grazing the lower part of his stomach with his teeth, and blindly turned the vibrator up to the highest setting, which pushed a yelp up out of Kisumi's throat and arched his back off of the table. Asahi ever so slowly twisted the beads at the slightest of angles, aiming for that sweet spot that he knew so well by now, and Kisumi gasped out a cry, thighs immediately trembling.

"Fuck, fuck, nnugh," he sobbed. "God please, Asahi~"

He began short sucking the head of his cock and ran a thumb along the taut skin of his balls, pushing squeals out of Kisumi's teeth. He didn't have to look to know he was tugging against the restraints again, and in retaliation gripped the knot between his wrists and pinned his arms back flat against the table, now leveling himself with Kisumi's nose.

He gave him a tempting bite on his bottom lip and murmured, "Stop moving."

"Please fuck me," was the immediate response and the genuine plea in his tone sent a shivering chill through Asahi's pelvis.

He grinned and shook his head. "No, I want you to cum like this."

Kisumi whined, and then tried to lift his head for a kiss, but Asahi pulled back just enough not to allow it, and pushed firmer on his wrists.

"Asahi …"

"You wanna tap out?"

He shook his head.

"Then we're on my time, I said." He smoothed a hand around his thigh and gave his ass a sharp slap. He moaned. "Cooperate."

"Yes, sir."

He readjusted the vibrator and cupped at his balls again, dragging a long crying whine through his throat, which he gave more bruising kisses. Kisumi's breathing gained weight, and cut shorter, the trembles rippled in waves up through his body and left his skin flushed and covered in goosebumps. He gnawed on his lip, head digging into the table, body lifting up with desperation. Asahi pumped his dick and this time obliged when he searched for kisses. They were hungry and full of tongue and vibrating moans that jumped in octaves every few seconds as the shifting of his body pushed the vibrating beads up against his prostate.

"You gonna cum for me?" Asahi murmured between kisses.

Kisumi nodded vigorously.

"Only when I say, you understand?"

He gave a distressed whine and dropped his head back again, gasping toward the ceiling. Then he jolted when Asahi started thrusting the vibrator again.

"Asahi …"

"When I say. If I catch you climbing too early I'll stop this immediately."

"No~" he sobbed.

"When I say then."

"Okay, okay. Please."

He let it go on for a little while longer, watched Kisumi just barely manage to resist unravelling, though he could see it coming apart thread by thread, most especially the deeper he pushed with the vibrator. He ventured giving him a couple more good slaps on the ass, which very nearly put him over again, but he pushed the tension out through aching groans instead, barely touching the table with how far he was arched back.

He was an absolute mess, and it was gorgeous.

Without pausing his work with the toy — or taking his eyes away from Kisumi's glistening neck — he finally sprung his own cock free and managed to douse it with lube all with his left hand. He gave it a few very tempting and generous pumps, all of a sudden starving beyond belief, then recaptured Kisumi's cock and pushed up on the head with his thumb.

The transition between ditching the anal beads haphazardly to the floor and thrusting full-sheath into Kisumi's body was seamless, and Kisumi wailed. Asahi didn't let the adjustment happen.

"Cum," he ordered on the third thrust.

Kisumi's entire body seized, and the orgasm rippled through him like a shockwave. The cum got all over Asahi's hand as he helped stroke it on its way, and he watched it catch Kisumi's heaving chest and puddle on his stomach. He paused just to let it live for a heart-pumping second, but resumed thrusting the moment Kisumi's cries dropped in volume just the smallest bit, and he writhed, hovering in a state of gasping delirium while Asahi rammed him for just a few short seconds, and then came as well.

He let the ripples of ecstasy crawl up his back and roll across his shoulders, reveled in the hot and familiar chill, gasped for his own breath, and admired the wet of Kisumi's fringe through a slight blur. He had him by both hips now and thrust just once more, pushing on final gasp out of him, and then kneaded at his skin and leaned over to breathlessly kiss his stomach and lick some of the cum off of his body.

By the time he made it up to Kisumi's lips, he looked utterly sapped of energy, but was still heaving for air and eagerly accepted Asahi's kisses despite it all. He moaned through his nose, this time an indication of his gratitude, and Asahi's silent response was spoken through the way his thumbs traced his jaw as he cradled his face.

They spent a languid moment there, taking their time quietly coming down from the high to start reserving strength for more later. Maybe much later. It was about time to eat again, so said Asahi's empty stomach. Maybe they could make the most of the break by fighting over what they should do about dinner. Would it be worth it to get cleaned up and go out? Or should they skip the hassle and eat pizza in their underwear?

A happy hum escaped Asahi on its own. "I love you."

Kisumi chuckled and kissed his lips again. "Big softie."

"You're not going to say it back, you ungrateful shit?"

He giggled this time. "I love you too."

"Thank you."

They resumed the kisses, only to freeze with their noses three centimeters apart five seconds later when there was another godforsaken knock at the door.

They looked at each other, then looked to the door, both automatically forcing their breath to settle as they listened. There was a pause, and then another knock.

"Come on, you guys. I know you're in there," came Hiyori's muffled voice.

Asahi slapped a silent hand over Kisumi's mouth the very moment he took a breath. He looked him dead in the eye and shook his head.

Hiyori barely let a full thirty seconds go by before his voice was coming right through the seam of the door. "You know damn well I can wait this out far longer than you can, Shiina."

Asahi scoffed and rolled his eyes to himself, already pushing himself up.

"Asahi …" Kisumi wiggled, arms tugging on the knot over his head to indicate he was still tied to the table.

Asahi ignored him and cleaned the cum from his hands.

"Asahi … Asahi!"

He fixed his clothes on the way to the door and yanked it open only wide enough to give Hiyori the flattest look he could muster.

"I met Jesus in a temple once, and I don't want whatever it is you're selling."

Hiyori threw out a hand to keep the door from closing in his face and had the audacity to look wounded and hang his head to hide the flush in his cheeks.

"I just want to talk to Kisumi. He hasn't been answering his phone."

"That's because I've been fucking him senseless. And for some reason, this is the third time we've been interrupted today by you and whatever bullshit you've got going on with Ikuya. Please listen closely, Tono, because I cannot express this enough. My patience for this does not exist. If I have to put my dick back in my pants one more time on account of either one of you, I'm throwing punches."

Hiyori heaved a breath that was far too patient and didn't look back up. "Just give me five minutes with him."

"Five minutes …"

"Yes."

"With my husband?"

"Kimchi!"

Asahi sucked in a stiff breath, teeth clenching at the back. He ignored the way Hiyori's eyes peeked up, and measured a long exhale through his nose.

"One moment please," he said tersely, easing the door close. Hiyori didn't object this time, and Asahi lamented that he would for sure continue standing there.

He turned away to march back to the table and began freeing Kisumi from his restraints.

"That shouldn't be allowed."

"You were the one who insisted on having rules."

"That doesn't mean you can just loophole your way through shit anytime it suits you."

"Safe word means I want out. If I want out, then I want out."

"Okay, well just for that, it's getting changed again."

"How do you expect me to ever remember it, if you keep changing it?"

"New safe word is Code: Sousuke's a bear."

Kisumi scoffed, sitting up now and helping Asahi free his legs of the remaining ties. "That's not a safe word. That's a safe phrase. And Sousuke's a cub, not a bear."

He hopped down from the table and grabbed a handful of wipes to clean the cum off of his body.

"Let me take care of Hiyori for a minute."

Asahi immediately began to scoff a whining protest.

"If we keep ignoring him, he'll keep coming back, Asahi. That's how they work. You know that. Look, you can clean up this mess while we're talking." He nodded to the aftermath of their toy time and Asahi gave him a face. Kisumi huffed out a breath and turned away from him. "You're fine."