Kuroko no Basuke (c) Fujimaki Tadatoshi

Warning: Dubious consent, possessive Akashi

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It's been many moons since he's crowned as his empress. Despite that, he's unyielding to become his possession. Ryouta has that hard shell for a head, but of course that is what makes him more interesting. Even at times like this when his milky thighs spread wide under him, he speaks of denial.

Seijuurou digs his fingers over that flawless skin. Soon, it'll be colored red from his marks. Soon, Ryouta won't think of any others but him.

"Fuck you! Kh-"

"Soon, I'll fuck you properly."

The sound of his whine is sharp for now. Ryouta is always like that and it fuels him to do things, unspeakable things that may put his position at risk if the words get out. Well, that won't happen unless someone wishes to get their tongue cut and their life taken.

He pushes the fourth finger in, joining the three already soaked inside Ryouta's tight passage.

It steals the air from his lungs, making him gasp in a breathless moan. Those brilliant eyes narrow at him, watery. The long lashes and cheeks are wet, tears stained.

He drills his fingers inside, feeling the entrance twitching around, enveloping. It drolls around his fingers, lewdly swallowing him. It speaks to him in a quiet plea for his shaft to be there instead.

"How long will you hold against me Ryouta?"

The tip of his fingers push on that special place, that very sensitive place reserved only for him. Ryouta's body jolts, his back arch high showcasing his upper chest where two perking nipples glisten. He takes one nipple in his mouth.

The manacles restraining his hands clank to the headboard.

The Rakuzan Emperor smiles, wicked, satisfied. He rolls his fingers inside, teasing that bundle of nerves skilfully, pushing, releasing; he spreads that little hole wide.

"Stop- Aka-!"

He loves it when Ryouta sings his name, begging for him. He drags him further into that haze of lust and denial, pushing him to the edge until Ryouta can only hold on to him.

"What is it, Ryouta?" He asks, like the virtuous gentleman revered by the nation.

His fingers grind on that switch, sending another electric jolt.

Looking at him like this, Seijuurou thinks the effort he put into getting him is a small price. Dividing Teikou into many factions, turning them against each other, overthrowing Seirin from power, waging a war to usurp the power of the other kingdoms, it's a pebble to what he has now.

Ryouta is in his arms, his empress, with nowhere to run.

The hand on trembling thighs climbs up, cupping the side of his chest, rubbing on the perking nipple.

"Answer me Ryouta, what is it?"

"Ahn! Fuck-"

The words are messy spelling out from him. His moan turns desperate. Seijuurou dives his fingers back into that awaiting heat. Pushing in and out, rolling his fingers around, opening that delicious hole. It winks around him, clenching.

"Indeed, you love it when I fuck you brainless, right?" He hums, pressing a light peck over the swollen nub.

His fingers leave the hole with a squelching pop. The mouth of his entrance is burning red.

Ah, red really suits Ryouta.

"My precious Empress."

It may take years for Ryouta to accept him without resistance, to wear the title of his empress without a scowl. He can wait for that.

And until it happens, he'll gladly train him at any possible time.

Like now, as his cock hammers that twitching hole to completion, he'll make sure Ryouta knows well that his wholebeing belongs and is only connected to Akashi Seijuurou.