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Hitoshi looks divine in purple rope. The soft cord is delicately knotted over his chest in a diamond pattern that crisscrosses his pecs and abdomen, emphasizing pale unblemished skin and the shiny clamps attached to dusky nipples. Those ropes cross under him to wrap around his legs where the backs of his ankles are lashed to the thick muscle of his thighs, keeping his legs bent and spread. Those knots all lead to the harness point on his back, where he hangs in the air in an upright position, sitting pretty and restrained for Shouta’s use.
Shouta walks slowly around him in a circle, keeping his face coldly observant. However, inside he’s nearly feral with need and growling with satisfaction at the vision before him. Hitoshi whimpers lightly around the ball gag in his mouth, while drool drips from the corners of stretched lips as he watches Shouta prowl in front of him with wide eyes. His cock hangs hard and dripping between his bound legs, practically begging Shouta without words. Shouta stops for only a moment to tug on the little chain connecting the nipple clamps, making Hitoshi flinch and whimper. He walks around to Hitoshi’s back and smirks at the plug base protruding from his quivering little hole. He takes a step closer and taps three quick times over the base, and the ropes sway a little as Hitoshi tries and fails to squirm.
Shouta is silent as he reaches forward and presses the little button on the plug, making a steady buzzing noise fill the air around them. Hitoshi tenses in his bindings and inhales sharply through his nose. Shouta presses the button again, and the buzzing intensifies.
He walks over to his towel-covered table behind Hitoshi to peruse his choices. He’d set out a healthy variety for tonight’s entertainment after his boy had already been suspended and unable to see all of Shouta’s selections. Shouta wants him to wonder…wants him to feel the sharp bite of anticipation.
Hmmmm…decisions decisions…
His hand hovers over each item, trying to get a feel for which one calls to him tonight. He waffles about his overall goal…Does he want his boy edged over and over until he’s a sobbing mess? Or does he want to wring so many orgasms out of him that he’s begging Shouta to stop?
He picks up the riding crop, decision made. He walks back over to his boy, who tries to look back over his shoulder at Shouta’s approach. Shouta carefully keeps the crop at the side of his thigh to block it from view. “Don’t make me blindfold you…” Shouta warns and Hitoshi’s face whips back to face the front of the room.
Lightly he runs his fingers over the exposed flesh of Hitoshi’s asscheek. “Such a pretty little slut,” Shouta coos and switches his hand to the other cheek to caress it in the same way. “All tied up and silent…just a little desperate fuckhole for me to use.”
Thwip!
The leather tongue of the crop comes down harshly on Hitoshi’s cheek and he jolts, making the harness sway again.
Thwip!
A muffled groan reaches Shouta’s ears. Shouta palms his own hard cock, hanging heavy between his legs.
He knew this was the right choice…
Thwip!
He lands a blow against the side of one of Hitoshi’s thighs, making the skin twitch with the contact. Shouta hums and prowls back to the front of Hitoshi. His boy’s eyes are half-lidded and begging. If his mouth was free, Hitoshi would already have soft pleas falling from his lips. His cock is red and flushed, drooling down the shaft.
Thwip!
He smacks the inside of Hitoshi’s thigh, only inches from his throbbing cock. Hitoshi tosses his head back and grunts through the gag. Shouta takes a step closer and repeats the action on the other side a little harder than the first. With each hit, Hitoshi’s cock jerks. Moving the crop closer, Shouta taps the tip of Hitoshi’s cock lightly with the tongue, and rubs over it, smearing precome all over the leather.
Thwip!
He cracks the crop down over Hitoshi’s tip with a wet sound. Hitoshi cries out around the gag.
“This slutty cock is begging for attention, boy,” Shouta comments dryly and smacks the tongue down higher on Hitoshi’s straining shaft. Another muffled cry echoes around them. Shouta pulls back the crop like he’s going to back off, but then he changes the angle to twist it upwards.
Thwip!
Hitoshi squirms and grunts as the tongue harshly lands against his delicate balls. Shouta brushes the soft leather over wrinkled skin. “These look awfully full, boy,” Shouta murmurs and once again slaps the crop upwards. Hitoshi’s eyes are clenched closed, nostrils flaring with harsh breaths. A harsh tap to Hitoshi’s cock has them opening once again to watch.
Shouta steps in close, crop to his side and grabs Hitoshi’s balls in his palm and rolls them between his fingers. “Hmmm…guess we’re just gonna have to drain them, aren’t we?”
Hitoshi’s eyes widen and he mumbles something unintelligible through the gag. Shouta doesn’t acknowledge him as he steps away. When he reaches Hitoshi’s back, he reaches out and presses the button again to increase the vibration, making Hitoshi strain and his skin bulge between the soft purple ropes. “Maybe I should just leave you like this…turn this all the way up…and let you sit for hours while the vibrations milk you dry,” Shouta drawls lazily.
He can see Hitoshi shake his head. “No? You’re not in control, slut. I decide when and how you cum,” Shouta reminds coldly. He reaches forward and yanks on the plug until it spreads Hitoshi’s rim wide around it. The muscles in Hitoshi’s ass twitch as his hole clenches tightly, trying to suck the plug back in. He pulls it harder until the tip pops out. He clicks the buttons on the base to turn off the vibration and carelessly tosses it to the table and out of the way. He’ll clean it later. Hitoshi’s rim twitches and pulses as it tries to shrink back down after sucking on the plug for hours while he was at work. Lube leaks steadily down from where Shouta had inserted a full syringe just before stuffing the thick plug in before his boy left. Shouta grins to himself, thinking about Hitoshi, stuffed and uncomfortable while stalking the nightly streets.
Thwip!
Shouta brings the crop down over that leaking and quivering little hole harshly. “Clearly, your slutty little hole also needs my attention as well…so pathetic and needy.”
Thwip!
Shouta tosses the crop to the side and thrusts three fingers into Hitoshi’s sloppy hole. Muffled moans are music to Shouta’s ears, making his own cock jerk and leak. He pulls the digits out and thrusts them back in, while reaching for the lube on the table. He squirts some over his exposed and hard cock silently, keeping his fingers moving.
Time to feed this hungry hole.
Shouta jerks his fingers out, gives his cock a quick stroke to spread the copious shiny lube and shoves upwards into Hitoshi with one sharp thrust.“Is this what you wanted, slut?” Hitoshi’s answer is lost to the ball between his teeth. Shouta sets a brutal pace, pistoning his hips against Hitoshi’s ass while muffled whines fill the air. Normally, he would start his boy out slow, really tease and work him over, but this time isn’t for Hitoshi’s sake…It’s for Shouta. Once he takes the edge off, he’ll have more patience to draw each and every orgasm from his boy. And if he takes pleasure in watching his cum leak out from a wide and gaping hole later…all the better. He bought special toys for tonight, just to watch Hitoshi take it…watch him go beyond his limits. Just the thought has his balls drawing up tight.
He’s taking special care to avoid the spot he knows will make Hitoshi cum. This is just the wind-up for Shouta’s plan. He’ll most likely be adding more of his cum later, but for now this is just an appetizer. When Shouta cums, he crams his cock in deep and grinds against Hitoshi’s ass with a groan. “Just a little cumdump, you better keep it warm for me, boy…” Shouta grunts as he unloads balls deep in his boy, fingers dug deep into the flesh of Hitoshi’s hips. “Now, the real fun can begin,” he comments dryly as he pulls from Hitoshi’s loosened hole. He leans down and watches as thick white cum begins to drain from Hitoshi’s gaping tunnel. He can see fleshy pink insides twitching, trying to clench down on air.
Shouta runs his fingers through the escaping liquid and presses it back inside. He takes a moment and presses two fingers in from his right hand and two from his left and pulls the entrance even further apart, stretching Hitoshi wide, making more cum leak steadily to the floor. His boy grunts and exhales harshly. Shouta releases him and turns back to the table to grab a wet cloth to wipe down the quickly drying cum and slick lube from his cock, before looking over his gathered assortment.
His fingers hover over the ribbed and knotted dildo he purchased a couple of days ago.
Yes, this will do nicely.
It’s just slightly longer than Shouta and the knot in the shaft is situated just perfectly to pound his boy’s prostate with every thrust. The knot itself is slightly wider than the plug Hitoshi had been wearing and will stretch him wider for the things yet to come. Shouta makes sure that Hitoshi can hear the click of the lube cap, making his boy flinch at the interruption of silence around them.
Shouta notches the thick mushroom head of the toy at Hitoshi’s entrance, letting him feel the girth of the silicone before pressing in just the tip and circling it just inside Hitoshi’s rim. “Feel that, boy?” Shouta asks nonchalantly. “Nice and thick, just the way you like it.” Shouta presses the toy in just a little deeper to allow Hitoshi to feel the thick ridges in the silicone massage against his gummy walls. Hitoshi groans as his hole stretches wide for the intrusion. For a few moments, Shouta just works that small amount in and out of his boy, teasing…taunting. Shouta grabs into the ropes to keep Hitoshi from swaying as he gently rocks the appendage back and forth. He adds another inch and continues his teasing motions for several minutes, knowing that Hitoshi is desperate for more.
Another inch is added…and another…ever so slowly. He keeps his pace sedate and steady, working his boy up in increments. Hitoshi is breathing heavily through his nose and Shouta can see his eyes are half-lidded when he shifts to the side. He wants his boy worked into a false sense of security, nice and relaxed…and not prepared for Shouta’s next move.
Right before the knot can bump against Hitoshi’s rim, Shouta draws it all the way out to the tip and just holds there, letting Hitoshi hang in suspense. “Pretty little slut, all tied up and helpless for your master. Just a slave for cock and cum, aren’t you?”
Hitoshi nods his head slightly, drool dripping down his chin from around the gag as his chin tilts downward. Shouta smirks…he’s barely even started and already his boy is gone. Shouta grips tighter onto the back of the ropes and plunges the toy in all the way to the hilt, knot sliding past his loosened rim with only a hint of resistance. Hitoshi jolts violently in his bindings, head snapping upright and tries to scream around the gag. “Did you think I was going to go easy on you, boy?” Shouta asks cruelly and yanks the toy back out. Cum and lube spray with the toy’s sudden removal, the knot dragging against Hitoshi’s walls. Shouta holds for only a moment and then plunges it back in. Even with the gag, Shouta can tell that Hitoshi is cursing up a storm. Shouta is merciless as he begins to drive the toy in and out of Hitoshi’s hole. Hitoshi wiggles and twitches, forced to stay still and just feel it. “This is what this slutty hole is meant for. Just a little toy for me to use as I see fit. I wanna see how fucking durable it is,” Shouta grits out as he works the toy inside his boy roughly. When he sees the trembling in Hitoshi’s thighs, he knows that his boy is getting close…and presses the toy in deep. The knot holds it in place when Shouta releases the toy altogether and grabs the crop once again. He strolls around to Hitoshi’s front, meeting Hitoshi’s wide gaze and grinning when he notices the tears leaking from the corner of lovely lilac eyes. “Getting close, little slut?”
Thwip.
Shouta strikes the inside of Hitoshi’s thigh. Hitoshi grunts and closes his eyes. “Open your fucking eyes, slave,” Shouta barks and tugs on the chain pinching his reddened nipples, and Hitoshi’s eyes snap open.
Thwip.
Shouta lashes the leather tongue against the inside of the opposite thigh. “You keep your eyes on me when I make you cum. Be grateful, I’m allowing you to cum at all.”
Thwip.
Hitoshi cries out, but dutifully keeps his eyes open when Shouta strikes against Hitoshi’s tip. His boy's cock jerks and precome drizzles steadily from the tip to the floor below. Shouta raises a brow, noticing the pool starting to gather on the floor underneath him. “Look at you, making a fucking mess of the floor,” Shouta growls.
Thwip.
He strikes Hitoshi’s red tip again.
Thwip.
He strikes it again while his boy moans pathetically and whimpers. Shouta adjusts the crop and taps three times over Hitoshi’s ballsack and that’s all it takes. Hitoshi cries out and cum begins to spurt from his tip while his whole body trembles and sways in the harness.
“Pathetic,” Shouta scolds and taps against Hitoshi’s balls harsher than before. His boy’s eyes flutter, but try to maintain eye contact even as his orgasm continues. Shouta sneers at him and walks behind him again to yank the toy from his quivering insides. He sets it and the crop on the towel next to the used plug.
He takes a moment to take a deep breath and then returns to where his boy is gently swinging in the air. He quickly unbuckles the gag from the back of Hitoshi’s head and walks around to face him. “Color, baby?” he asks gently, Hitoshi’s gaze far away and breaths harsh.
With his question, a little bit of light comes back into his eyes and he gives a dopey lopsided grin. “Green, Master,” he replies and licks his lips.
“Good boy, Shouta praises and leans forward to swipe away the drool that has gathered over his boy’s chin. “Now…beg your master for more,” Shouta commands, letting the mask slip back into place.
Hitoshi lets out a little breathless noise, but there’s a challenge in his gaze as he looks at Shouta. “Please, Master. Please can I have more? I’ll be so good.”
Shouta steps forward into his space and gets in his face, close enough that Hitoshi goes cross-eyed trying to keep eye contact. Shouta grabs the chain again and leans in next to his ear, “You don’t have a fucking choice but to be good for me. I’ve got you right where I want you. You are just a little cumdump hole for me to play with. You’ll take whatever I give you and you’ll thank me for it,” Shouta whispers harshly.
“Fuuuuck,” Hitoshi groans and his head tilts down. “Thank you, Master.” Shouta takes a step back, his own cock jerking at Hitoshi’s breathless tone. He quickly steps back around his boy and back to his table. He glances back at Hitoshi’s wet and stretched entrance. He picks up a different plug, wider than the silicone cock’s knot and layered with three bulbous balls that graduate in size and make up its length. He slathers it with lube and grabs the ropes again to hold Hitoshi steady and prone. When he presses the first ball against Hitoshi’s entrance, his boy gasps.
“Beg me for it,” Shouta demands.
“Please, Master. Put it inside me. Stretch me out! Use me as you see fit.”
Shouta presses hard, the ball stretching Hitoshi’s entrance wide and he almost wonders if he’ll need to stretch Hitoshi further to take the bulbous width, but then Hitoshi sighs and his body relaxes minutely enough, allowing the ball to pop inside with a wet sound. The squeal Hitoshi lets out is music to Shouta’s ears.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Hitoshi shouts and squirms in his bindings.
Shouta chuckles meanly. “That was just the first one, boy. The smallest one. I know this desperate hole can take more than that.”
“Yes, Master,” Hitoshi says through a clenched jaw when Shouta wiggles the plug until the next ball sits against Hitoshi’s rim. Shouta gives it a strong shove and it too pops past clenching muscles to join the first. Hitoshi is panting and sweat drips from his hairline, teeth grinding together.
When the third and largest ball presses against his entrance, Hitoshi starts shaking. “Oh my god, oh my god…” he mutters.
“Color?” Shouta checks in.
Hitoshi lets out an animalistic growl. “Green, Master,” he grunts. “So fucking full.”
Shouta wiggles the ball against puckered skin before reaching for the lube and squirting more down Hitoshi’s crack. He’s forced to push harder and really grind against the base before finally the ball slowly sinks inside and the base lies flush in Hitoshi’s crevice.
Shouta taps lightly on the base and vibration once again fills the air with its steady buzzing. Hitoshi’s head lolls back and a guttural moan tears from his throat. Tapping the plug again, Shouta grins when Hitoshi’s chin drops to his chest and lets out a wheeze.
Peeking around his boy, Shouta is delighted that Hitoshi is once again hard and leaking to the floor. His little slave is such a beautiful painslut and Shouta lives for it. He turns back to the task at hand and grabs the paddle from his pile on the table. Giving no warning, he swings back and cracks the wooden surface against Hitoshi’s ass, the impact making him sway in the ropes. Hitoshi grunts at the impact.
Shouta reaches out and turns the vibration up more.
Crack!
He takes another swing, eyes watching as Hitoshi’s pale ass cheeks start to turn a lovely shade of pink.
“Thank you, Master!” Hitoshi wails after the second impact.
Crack!
Shouta swings again. Hitoshi’s legs begin to shake again.
Crack!
“Are you going to cum from this boy? You like having that little hole stuffed and your ass beaten?”
“Yes, Master. I need more!” Hitoshi rasps out raggedly.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
He lands the hits successively right in a row and Hitoshi mewls. Shouta can see where more cum dribbles to the floor underneath his boy. He lays the paddle down and brushes his hands over Hitoshi’s heated and red flesh, then grips it hard to spread the cheeks wide to see Hitoshi’s rim sucking and quivering over the base of the plug. Shouta taps the base to turn the vibration off.
Hitoshi is breathing hard, sweat rolling down his forehead and the back of his neck, making his skin glisten in the ropes. Shouta doesn’t think he’s ever seen a more beautiful sight as he tugs harshly on the plug. Shouta gives his rapidly hardening cock a subtle stroke. Hitoshi jerks and tries to look over his shoulder, almost nervously. “Let’s see how my little hole is doing, shall we?” Shouta drawls, releasing his cock and grips the plug’s base firmly. He has to pull hard, keeping a steadying grip in the ropes while watching the skin stretch like a great gaping mouth until the large ball slips out with a wet suctioning sound that makes Shouta groan. He tugs again and the next ball follows a little easier. The third ball practically falls out, the way having been paved by its bigger brethren. Hitoshi lets out a whimper and Shouta is transfixed, staring at Hitoshi’s dripping chasm. “Your little hole is ruined, boy, all stretched out and loose. Wonder how wide we can stretch it, hmmm?”
“As w-wide as you want, M-master,” Hitoshi stutters between strained inhales.
“That’s right, boy,” Shouta clips out and reaches out to touch Hitoshi’s exposed walls. He thrusts in four fingers and twists them, testing the give. Hitoshi is so loose that he presses his thumb in with his other fingers and pushes his fist inside with little resistance. “Even my fist isn’t enough to feed this slutty hole any more, is it?” Shouta mutters.
“Please, Master. Fist my slutty hole! Feels good!” Hitoshi shouts, when Shouta presses his fist in deep and begins working it in and out of fluttering muscles. He works it steadily inside velveteen and soaking walls. There’s so much lube that his fist makes lewd squelching sounds every time he punches inside. Shouta’s cock is fucking unbearably hard and leaking against his thigh.
“This hole is so sloppy, boy, but we’re gonna make it even sloppier,” Shouta yanks his fist out with a slurping sound echoing in the room. He grabs a thick dildo and rams it inside Hitoshi. He can tell that his boy can hardly feel it with how stretched he is, when only a little sigh presses past his bitten and red lips. But Shouta holds it steady with one hand while he guides his cock with the other. When his cock slips inside next to the silicone, Shouta grips Hitoshi’s hips and thrusts his cock in. Even with two cocks shoved inside him, Hitoshi still feels pliant and loose. “Tighten this fucking hole, boy!” Shouta barks, and he can feel Hitoshi attempt to tighten down over the two cocks, but is unsuccessful. Shouta lets out a dismissive sound and pulls the dildo out and tosses it to the table. He reaches over and grabs a thicker vibrator, and presses it in underneath his cock and turns the vibration all the way up.
This time Hitoshi screeches. Shouta keeps one of his hands in the ropes and the other holds his cock and the silicone vibrator in a tight grip. He begins thrusting, the vibration intense and pressing against the entirety of his cock.
Fuck, he won’t last long like this.
Slamming inside Hitoshi, he grits his own teeth and sets a brutal rhythm, battering Hitoshi’s used hole. Hitoshi is practically gurgling in overstimulation. “Come on, little slave. You’re gonna take my fucking cum… Gonna keep fucking you until those little balls are drained and you pass out. You hear me, slut. Thank me fucking those pretty little brains out of your head.”
“Thank you, master,” Hitoshi slurs and Shouta fucks into him even harder. Shouta grins when Hitoshi suddenly clenches down and his insides spasm. Hitoshi nearly convulses in his bindings as more cum splashes to the floor below them.
Shouta’s orgasm slams into him, the vibration making it nearly blinding in intensity. His balls twitch as he empties them and floods Hitoshi’s hole for the second time tonight. He reaches under and taps the vibrator until it turns off before slowly pulling it out and then withdrawing his spent cock.
Shouta sets the vibrator down on the towel, but a high pitched whine draws his attention back to his boy. He steps around and quickly looks over Hitoshi, making sure that he’s not signaling or hurting. His chin is tucked down and eyes are closed.
“Baby, you still with me?” Shouta asks softly and strokes through Hitoshi’s wild and damp hair.
“Mmmhmm…” Hitoshi hums in response. Shouta leans down and presses his lips to his boy’s and Hitoshi responds needily.
“Doing perfect, baby. Do you need to safeword?” Shouta can tell that his boy is dropped deep into subspace, floating that hazy headspace, somewhere between sleeping and waking. Hitoshi is always so soft, so pliant and willing when he sinks like this.
“No, Master,” he responds, voice rough and scratchy.
Shouta leans and grabs a water bottle from the table with a straw and presses the straw to Hitoshi’s lips. “Drink, baby,” he urges.
Hitoshi’s lips wrap around the straw and start to suck greedily.
“Slowly, Tosh. Sip it slowly, don’t want you to choke baby,” Shouta instructs gently.
Hitoshi slows his drinking and sips at the straw obediently.
“Good boy, doing so well,” Shouta murmurs, and strokes over his boys damp cheeks.
When Hitoshi is finished, Shouta sets the bottle to the side and starts running his fingers under the knots of the ropes, checking to make sure that none of them have shifted. “Are you hurting or numb anywhere, sweet boy?” He asks, Hitoshi swaying gently in the ropes while Shouta maneuvers around him.
“No, master,” Hitoshi responds quietly. “Feels good. Safe.”
Shouta smiles and pets over the back of his baby’s neck and drops a kiss onto his sweaty forehead. “Can you give me a color, Toshi?”
“Green…Master…?” he responds, but there seems to be a hitch in his voice.
Shouta instantly understands. They’ve done this dance many times over the years, he knows that his baby needs something. “What do you need, sweet boy?”
Hitoshi’s eyes look up at him, eyes soft and unfocused. “Daddy…” he murmurs.
Shouta gives another warm smile, his boy giving him the word that means it’s time to switch up the dynamics. “You need Daddy, baby?”
“Yes, please,” he says sweetly.
“Such a good boy for telling me what you want. I’m so proud of you,” Shouta praises as he kisses Hitoshi’s cheek.
“Can you give me one more, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Shouta runs his fingers once more through Hitoshi’s hair, and his boy tilts his head into the touch needily. Slowly, Shouta withdraws his fingers, but keeps a hand on Hitoshi’s side, letting him know that he’s still there and not leaving him. With his other hand, he picks up his last toy of the night. The dildo is thick and long, girth larger than Shouta’s fist and about two of Shouta’s lengths put together. He lays it on the towel one handed and squirts lube over the top before spreading it liberally over the silicone surface using only one hand, careful to keep contact with his boy. When the toy shines with lube, Shouta keeps a hand on Hitoshi’s hip to steady and keep him still as he guides it to Hitoshi’s still gaping entrance.
“Deep breath, baby…” Shouta murmurs and obediently, Hitoshi inhales deeply.
Shouta presses the cock in slowly, feeding it in inch by inch. Hitoshi lets out a soft moan.
“Daddy,” he breathes.
“I know, baby. You’re gonna be so full, gonna make that little belly bulge. Would you like that?” Shouta asks gently.
“Yes, Daddy,” Hitoshi agrees, while Shouta presses it deeper. He pauses at the halfway mark and shifts to Hitoshi’s side and presses down over his belly and continues to feed the toy to Hitoshi’s welcoming body. Hitoshi squirms a little when the skin over his taut belly begins to stretch. “Fuck, so deep,” he whispers and his eyes widen, watching his own stomach distend lewdly.
“That’s right, baby. Look at you, taking the whole thing,” Shouta mutters in awe. He rubs over the bulge in circles, making Hitoshi let out a whimper.
Shouta draws it out slowly and thrusts it back in. He sets a steady pace like that, getting a little thrill every time the cock tip bumps against his palm from deep within his boy. Hitoshi whines and pants, precious tears falling from his eyes while his cock stands straight between his thighs. “Such a good little cock, getting hard every time I give your ass something to suck on. Such a perfect boy for me.” Shouta pets over Hitoshi’s belly as he starts to thrust a little harder.
Hitoshi isn’t even moaning anymore, just making little “ah, ah, ah” noises with each plunge deep in his guts.
“Are you going to cum for me, sweet boy?” Shouta presses down hard on his belly and increases his pace.
“Y-yes, Daddy,” Hitoshi stammers and quivers, his teeth chattering lightly and his breaths short and sharp.
“Cum for me, baby. Cum for Daddy.”
Hitoshi lets out a long whine as he shakes and thin clear liquid barely trickles from his slit while his cock bounces lightly as he cums.
Shouta only thrusts a couple more times and then pulls the dildo slowly from Hitoshi’s ass. “So good for me, baby. Almost done,” Shouta murmurs and sets the toy aside.
He grabs the wet cloth and swipes over Hitoshi’s gaping and dripping hole. He’ll have to get him into the shower to get him clean, but it will do for now. He quickly moves to Hitoshi’s front and gently wipes over his soft spent cock and down under to his balls. Hitoshi is completely still, head tucked down and eyelashes laying dark against the rise of his cheeks. Shouta gently removes the nipple clamps and quickly lowers the anchor until Hitoshi sits on the floor, and deft fingers fly through undoing each knot and massaging the skin underneath. Hitoshi is limp when Shouta releases the last knot and pulls his boy into his arms. Carrying Hitoshi to the attached bathroom, Shouta steps into their large shower and flicks the knobs to start the hot water before sitting on the built in bench, maneuvering his boy until he’s tucked tightly against Shouta’s chest, chin resting on Shouta’s shoulder.
Hitoshi’s breathing is deep and even as he floats. He might be asleep, but Shouta doesn’t mind as the spray gently washes over them. Shouta uses a loofah and body wash to scrub over Hitoshi’s beautiful skin, still showing little indents from the ropes, and gently shampoos his hair, careful to keep the soap from running down into his face. He strokes lovingly over Hitoshi’s back, rumbling reassurances and praise out loud. “Such a good boy. I love you so much. You did so well. Did everything I asked. You’re so amazing and strong. My sweet boy. All mine.”
After a little while, Hitoshi finally lifts his head a little and noses against Shouta’s neck. “Hey, Daddy,” he grumbles softly, voice once again in his deeper register.
“Back with me, Tosh?” Shouta asks and lays his cheek down over Hitoshi’s.
“Yeah…” he responds, sounding sleepy.
“Think you can walk?”
“Not a chance.”
Shouta chuckles and grips under his boy’s ass to lift him up into a child’s carry. Hitoshi lazily wraps his legs around Shouta’s waist and wraps his arms around his neck. “Such a good Daddy…” Hitoshi mumbles playfully as Shouta twists the knobs to turn the shower off and steps out. He grabs two towels and heads straight back into the bedroom and sets Hitoshi on the edge of the bed, before running the soft fluffy fabric over damp skin.
He glances over at the table of used toys and smirks. “You really went down deep this time…” he comments lightly.
Hitoshi glances up at him, eyes still half-lidded and soft. “Mmmhmm,” he responds. “Pretty sure my soul exited my body. Now it’s sleepy time,” he mutters.
“Now it’s sleepy time,” Shouta agrees and pulls the covers up and Hitoshi collapses back into the pillows with an “oomph.”
Shouta makes his way to the other side and crawls in behind his boy. “Love you,” he murmurs into Hitoshi’s damp strands as he spoons up behind him.
“Love you too, Sho.”