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Something is off with Shoyo. Tobio can't quite place it, but he's noticed it consistently over the last two days. The normally talkative, always-has-something-to-say deputy will go through periods of sudden silent dazes, prompted by seemingly nothing. Yesterday, for example, Tobio had been packing their supplies on the horses, and just as Tobio was tightening the straps to his bedroll, Shoyo's ramblings about their morning meal had petered out into nothingness. He turned his head to look back at the deputy, only to find him staring blankly at the bedroll itself – eyes wide and mouth slightly slack as if in a trance. This morning, while they rode side by side to their favorite campsite, the affliction had bordered on dangerous. The path they often frequented was usually free from other travelers, but not necessarily wildlife – and when a squirrel darted in front of Shadow in a blur, Tobio had to pull sharply on the reins to keep from colliding with the animal. The standardbred reared upwards from the suddenness of the command, prompting the bounty hunter to tighten his hold on the straps to keep from falling. Once Shadow had quieted down, he glanced hurriedly over at Shoyo, only to find the deputy in the same, trance-like state, staring somewhere in the direction of the horse's mane. Tobio had to call his name three times before he managed to pull himself out of it, and their journey could continue. It's concerning, to say the least. Though he'd made a full recovery from his shoulder wound months ago, there was no telling what kind of effects surviving an injury like that could have. If it weren't for their long awaited retreat – a chance to spend time alone together for the first time in a couple weeks due to their separate and busy schedules – Tobio would've walked him straight to the doctor's office and had him looked at, just in case. He very well still might, come their return to town the next day. "You get the fire started," Tobio's command comes as he hitches Shadow to the thin trunk of a tree just bordering the clearing. It was just after noon, the sun just overhead, baking his hat and coat with a comfortable heat. He continues to tie the reins into a careful knot, itemizing the chores that need to be finished to make their temporary camp a perfect one. "I'll go grab some water from the – Shoyo?"The lack of sound – of agreement or dissent or even footsteps – has the bounty hunter looking over his shoulder toward the deputy. Again, he's stood still, unfocused stare pointed at the tree before Tobio. He feels his eyebrows furrow as he drops the reins – knot finished – and turns to face Shoyo fully. "Shoyo?" It only took his name being called twice, this time, for the deputy to return to himself. Quick blinking brings some clarity back to his eyes as he meets Tobio's, a faint pink dusting high across his cheekbones. It's Tobio's turn to stare, but before he can break his own silence, Shoyo speaks."Y'know, Tobio, I was just wondering," amber eyes flick toward something on Tobio's saddle, but the bounty hunter doesn't tear his gaze from Shoyo's face to see what it was. "You're... a pretty good bounty hunter, and all, but – has anyone ever gotten away?" Tobio's lips frown in his confusion. "Gotten away?""Yeah, like, escaped, or something," he adds, and shifts his weight from one foot to the other – a gesture Tobio has come to recognize means there's something else he wants to say but hasn't quite yet figured out how to. "That bounty I went on with you a couple days ago – that guy you took down? He was strong – it took two deputies to carry him to the wagon transport, by the way – but you got him in ropes like it was nothing. He couldn't break free even if he wanted to, and he definitely wanted to, 'cause I kept an eye on him the whole ride back and he was trying." "No," he answers, shaking his head resolutely. "Nobody's ever escaped." Shoyo falls silent again, but unlike the previous times as of late, his gaze doesn't falter. Instead, something lights up within them, making Tobio's own eyes widen out of curiosity. "I think I could." Tobio's eyebrow raises, breaking the hard, furrowed line it had formed with its opposite. "Could what?""Escape," Shoyo clarifies, a sly smile spreading across his face at the declaration. "Get away."Tobio scoffs, but Shoyo's determined gaze doesn't falter. The bounty hunter folds his arms over his chest and shakes his head. "No chance." "I bet I could," Shoyo reiterates, and his eyes once more slide toward Tobio's saddle. This time, Tobio's gaze follows as the deputy reaches over and grabs the loose coil of rope attached to the side of it. "I bet you wouldn't even be able to catch me." The confident, knowing lilt in his tone has Tobio's eyes narrowing – as if the countless races and tussles they'd partaken in over the last few months had not resulted in a near equal amount of wins for the both of them. Near equal, had Shoyo not beaten him to the stables this morning and taken the lead by one point. His jaw clenches at the memory. He holds his hand out wordlessly, and Shoyo's smirk widens as he deposits Tobio's bundled rope into his own, gloved hand. The deputy then steps backwards, increasing the distance between them. "You've gotta give me a head start, at least, and no peeking!" He declares, and before Tobio can voice his protest of unfairness, the deputy holds up his hand. "You're not supposed to know exactly where I run off to, Tobio. You're a bounty hunter – so hunt." Tobio can feel the scowl forming on his face from the overwhelming urge to prove Shoyo wrong, to wipe that satisfied smile off his face. Shoyo only seems to look even prouder of himself as he comes to a stop in the center of the clearing. "Three minutes," Tobio concedes in a huff. Shoyo nods, and the last thing Tobio sees is the deputy's wide, wicked grin and fiery eyes before he closes his eyes and begins to count down, silently, to the moment he'll get to claim another win against his partner.Figuring out what direction Shoyo had run off to wasn’t difficult. For one, Tobio could hear his hurried footsteps take off and disappear somewhere to his left, which narrowed down his options considerably. When the full three minutes had passed, and the bounty hunter opened his eyes once again, he could even see the boot prints embedded in the soft dirt that pointed toward the western section of the heavy tree line around them. Actually finding the deputy once inside the thick forest was more of a challenge. Fallen leaves and underbrush made tracking his prints near impossible, so the bounty hunter had to rely on other signs – cracked twigs or freshly bruised leaves left by the sole of his boots. Eventually, he hears it – a distant trickling, water purling over stones. A creek, an offshoot of the river near their campsite, that would be the best place for someone to hide by. The sound of the water, though fainter than a roaring river, would still mask the sound of their own footsteps. And, due to the small valley it creates within the forest, one could easily cross it and wait on the other side with an unobstructed view of any approaching pursuers, ensuring they have the head start and the upperhand. A perfect opportunity – and if Shoyo had found it thirty seconds sooner, it would’ve been. Tobio watches as the deputy carefully treads through the shallow creek – the water rising to the midway point of his calves – attention completely devoted to remaining upright and not at all aware of the bounty hunter breaking through the tree line behind him. He moves like lightning, crossing the remaining distance and the first half of the creek so quickly that by the time Shoyo has registered the splashing behind him and tries to pick up his own pace with a startled yelp, Tobio is already lunging for his waist. They fall on the opposite side of the creek bed, boots still breaking the surface of the gently rushing water. Shoyo had managed to twist in Tobio’s grasp on the way down, forcing the bounty hunter to land on his back and knock some of the wind out of him, but he maintains his hold all the same. Amidst the deputy’s thrashing, Tobio regains enough strength to roll them both over, pressing Shoyo into the mossy ground with the full weight of his body atop his back with a soft grunt. Even with Tobio’s legs on either side of him, Shoyo still doesn’t give in. He continues to writhe and twist as the bounty hunter grabs each wrist and ties them together with his rope. Once he has the knot formed, he pulls it taut in a practiced motion, eliciting a hiss from the ginger. A triumphant smile forms over Tobio’s lips as Shoyo turns his head, right eye glaring up at him from below, his movements ceasing. Before he can proclaim his victory, and their new score, Shoyo speaks. “Okay, Kageyama,” the name – the formality with which it should bring, but the low, saccharine tone with which Shoyo says it has Tobio feel like he’s just been thrown out of the saddle and onto the hard ground. “You got me.”Tobio watches as that same smile – that smirk – from earlier forms again on his lips, as he continues. “What are you going to do with me?” “What the hell are you –”“You gonna take me in, to the sheriff?” he continues, his arms straining against the tightness of the ropes binding his hands together. A blush creeps high on his cheeks as he tries to shift his hips – and Tobio almost mistakes it for an attempt to escape until he realizes that he’s rocking them upwards, directly against Tobio’s own. “Why don’t you punish me instead, and we can forget whatever it was I did, and you can let me go?”Understanding slams into him harder than the fall he’d taken just moments ago, though it takes the wind from his lungs all the same. All those dazes and stares he thought had no direction at all had, in actuality, been focused on him – his hands, tightening and pulling on reins and straps like they had on the rope that he had used to bind a bounty days earlier. The same rope around Shoyo’s wrists now, that he struggles halfheartedly against. The realization sends arousal straight to his core and has him swallowing, thickly, as his eyes travel up from his target’s restraints to his dark, amber eyes. When their eyes meet this time, Shoyo juts his hips upwards again, but has little space to work with against Tobio’s entire weight atop him. “C’mon, mister, I’ll do anything – ahck–!” Tobio’s palm presses firmly into the plane between Shoyo’s shoulder blades, stilling his movements entirely. The bounty hunter leans down, feeling the shallow rise and fall of Shoyo’s back against his chest, as he brings his lips to the shell of his ear and speaks, voice a low grumble. “Quit squirming, unless you want your legs tied together too.”Tobio can feel Shoyo swallow beneath him, and he’s momentarily stunned into silence either from the force of the hand against his back or the suddenness of Tobio’s directive. All he can do is nod at the bounty hunter’s words, and only then does Tobio lean back until he’s sitting completely straight once more. His hand, however, continues to apply the same amount of pressure as he keeps Shoyo pinned down with it. This was different – far different from other times they’ve fooled around together. The first time, while more satisfying and pleasurable than Tobio could’ve ever imagined, had been clumsy with their inexperience. The times after that – numerous as they were – had been fairly standard, though Tobio admittedly had nothing to compare it to. By now, Tobio knows everything about Shoyo and his body; what rhythm he likes, the best pattern to use with his tongue and fingers to have him cumming hard and fast every single time. This, however. This was new. Pretending they were strangers – no, pretending they were even worse than that. Hunter and target. Natural enemies, giving into their base desires out of pure necessity. Tobio can feel himself straining against the denim of his jeans as he looks down at Shoyo’s tied up, restrained figure. He had set this up, had wanted Tobio to treat him like he was just another criminal for him to rough up and punish. And what Shoyo wants, Tobio is always eager to deliver. He eases off of Shoyo’s backside, sliding down until his hips press into the backs of his knees. His hand leaves the valley between Shoyo’s shoulder blades and lands opposite his other on either side of the ginger’s hips. They firmly grip the belt and waistband settled there, and lift, raising his backside a few inches off the ground. Because of Tobio’s weight against his knees, Shoyo’s back arches to maintain his balance as he angles his head to meet the bounty hunter’s gaze. “So – what are you – what are you going to do?” His voice wavers with trepidation, but beneath it, Tobio can pick up on the anticipation, the eagerness lying just beneath the surface. Tobio’s deft fingers glide forward, finding the buckle of his target’s belt and undoing it with practiced ease. “Punish you,” he answers in a flat, even tone as he pulls the waistband of the pants and underwear down. He bunches the fabric just below the curve of Shoyo’s plump cheeks, intentionally leaving his front covered. The exposure to the air, as well as the tightened pressure against his erection has a gasp leaving Shoyo’s lips. Tobio’s hand finds purchase against the soft swell of one of his cheeks, fingertips digging into the skin there as he pulls it aside to reveal the tight ring of muscle. The sight alone has saliva building across his tongue, which he uses to his advantage. He brings the index finger of his free hand to his lips, lubricating its entirety with his mouth. Then, without warning, he pushes the tip of it into the entrances of his hole, causing Shoyo to let out a choked cry at the sudden intrusion. There’s little give at first; the muscle tightly clenching around his finger as it slowly slides in until his first knuckle. A breathy, heaving gasp sounds, and Tobio tears his gaze away from his almost-buried finger to its source. Shoyo’s mouth hangs loose, slack with open-mouthed pants. His eyebrows are knitted together, and just below them, at this angle, Tobio can see his normally honeyed eyes, dark as molasses, staring straight at him. Red colors his cheek, nose, and ears. Despite the burn Tobio knows he must be feeling – he’s been on the other end of this, before, and knows that saliva is a far cry from the oils they prefer to use – there is not a single trace of regret or objection on his face. Instead, the glint in his dark, syrupy eyes is like a flint, a catalyst. It’s a wordless command and plea for more, and it sends a fiery heat straight to Tobio’s already aching erection. His eyes don’t leave Shoyo’s as his index finger pushes further in, earning him a keening whine as the entirety of it sinks inside. Tobio’s finger stays still, allowing the velvety walls around it to stretch around the intrusion. It’s impossibly tight, and moving too suddenly or quickly before Shoyo has time to adjust would likely prove more painful than pleasurable – but his concern is quickly replaced with depraved shock when Shoyo begins to move. He brings his hips forward a few inches, sliding Tobio’s finger out to just past the knuckle once again, before he shakily brings them backwards – filling himself with the bounty hunter’s sedentary index. “C’mon, Kageyama,” he huffs – voice tight and thick, holding onto what little composure he has left to drum up something goading. His hips begin to shift again, repeating the same, jerky movement. “Is that – mmph – all you got?”Tobio's response is immediate, body reacting to the teasing tone in Shoyo's voice and the challenging look in his eyes before his brain can process his words. He withdraws his finger completely, but Shoyo only has a split second to groan mournfully at the loss before the bounty hunter grabs the remaining rope hanging loosely from his target's bound wrists. He pulls it rigid as Shoyo grunts in surprise at the sudden pressure, but before he can question it, Tobio is wrapping the last of the rope around the sliver of bare skin beneath the slope of his cheeks. “I told you to quit squirming,” his fingers continue to tighten the bindings around Shoyo’s upper thighs, the rope digging further and further into the soft, sensitive flesh. Already, he can see it begin to redden from the tautness, and the swell of his ass appears even larger from the force of his thighs pressed so tightly together. Tobio swallows, eyes flicking up to Shoyo’s face, where the last of his resolve melts underneath a blazing, black gaze filled with pure hunger. His hands withdraw from Shoyo completely and unclasp the buckle of his belt. The rustling of his pants being pushed down has another keen sounding from Shoyo, who's hands fidget uselessly in their newfound constraint. With the rope around his wrist, and anchored by the bond around his thighs, he's unable to move his arms even an inch to the side. His range of movement limited from hindered to completely zero. "F-fuck, Kag–yama," he huffs, a petulant whine, as his fingers flex around nothing. The realization of his powerlessness in this position dawns on him, rendering him unable to do anything but lament everything outside of his control – which, in this case, is how long it's taken Tobio to pull himself out from his jeans and spit crude lubrication in his hand. "So – slow."Tobio removes his hand from his shaft – now coated in a thin layer of saliva – and wraps it around the tense rope between the two bonds. In a swift motion, he pulls – forcing Shoyo to arch his spine with a startled gasp as he leans and hovers directly over his backside. Tobio's free hand lays flat against the mossy bank, steadying himself, as his tip presses along the seam of Shoyo's ass. A promise of what is yet to come."This isn't going to be over quick, Hinata," his lips are mere centimeters from Shoyo's ear. He can see how quick and shallow his breathing turns as wild, dark eyes try to focus on different things at once – Tobio's eyes, his lips, the rope in his hand, the head of his erect dick now leaking precum between his cheeks. "That wouldn't be a fair punishment for what you've done."He doesn't give Shoyo a chance to answer before he pulls on the rope again – a shorter jerk, this time – to angle his tip directly at his entrance. The swell of Shoyo's cheeks is firm against him, creating a tightness that is equal parts satisfying and tantalizing. Good, but not enough. His hips move forward, slowly. The precum and saliva and the little preparation he'd managed before Shoyo's impatience kicked in offered just enough lubrication for his head to sink inside the ring. He feels his breath shudder in his chest as Shoyo's tears from his throat in a groan, curses falling from his mouth in an unspoken plea for everything but it to stop. "S-shit, Ka – ah –," his head lolls backwards, eyes shut firmly as Tobio continues to push inside slowly. "Fuhckye–s, p-punish me – wh-atever you want."With only his shaft halfway buried, Tobio pauses, adding to Shoyo's chorus of moans with his own breathy grunt. The walls clench around him, the little stretch he forces barely able to accommodate him in his entirety. The rough prep work, the pressure from Shoyo's tied legs, has Shoyo's insides gripping him in a tight, velvety heat. And Tobio knows – from the way he keens and whines, from the way his eyelids crack open just a sliver and clouded eyes meet his – that this is exactly how Shoyo wants it. "Fuck," arousal grips his core tighter than the man he's nearly submerged in at the thought, and he is no longer able to resist Shoyo's unspoken desire for more, because it has become his own. He slams the rest of the way inside, hitting home with a thrust that has Shoyo crying out so loudly and gutturally that Tobio can hear the flapping of birds taking flight from the nearby tree top.He doesn't give Shoyo a chance to adjust, this time. Instead, he adjusts his grip on the rope, keeping Shoyo's hips firmly in place as he pulls out and sinks back inside with another forceful thrust. By now, Tobio knows the exact angle he would need to position himself to hit Shoyo's most sensitive spot, but he avoids it; instead, opting to give him the rough, raw fucking he so plainly wants."Ka – ahguh – ya- mmmnhg –" Shoyo's moans are fragmented between syllables, each sound pulled from him with the force of Tobio's unrelenting pace. Tobio looms over him, chest nearly pressed against his shoulder blades. Each thrust grinds Shoyo's front against the moss-covered ground below him, and with his hands arms and legs tied and restrained, he's utterly and completely and caged by Tobio. "God – yes – I – 've been – hnngh – so bad –" His head continues to swivel from the force of each thrust, ginger locks bouncing in every direction as his hazy, darkened gaze stays focused on Tobio's. Blush is high on his cheekbones, so deep and intense that it colors the light splattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose that few, if any, have ever gotten close enough to notice. His lips, petal pink and soft, are perpetually parted to release whine and moan for Tobio's ears only. Warmth blossoms in his chest at the same moment he feels a tightening in his core, and the realization that his release is suddenly so close has him readjusting his grip on the rope once more. He pulls again, Shoyo's eyes widening slightly in interest as his hips are shifted upwards by his restraints. This time, when Tobio buries himself to the hilt inside Shoyo, he aims at the perfect angle and hits his sweet spot with practiced, knowing ease. A garbled sob rips forth from Shoyo, pupils becoming unfocused as his cry draws out into a stream of babbles with each new thrust hitting his prostate over and over again. "Righttheree – oh fuck – y-ees – d-don'tstop –" "Fuck, Hinata," Tobio's own voice is low and gravelly with how much he's restraining his own release. The very sound of it elicits a choked whimper from Shoyo, and the sight of his debauched face is nearly too much. Tobio hangs his head, forehead pressing against the crown of his partner's crown. "You're – shit – I'm close."His words seem to take hold of Shoyo, because he lets out another whine as his head presses back heavily against Tobio's forehead. "F-fuck, 'yama – that's – you're so –," his words are lighter than air, a high pitch to them that Tobio knows all to well. If the tone didn't give it away, the way the back of his thighs begin to twitch and shudder spells the arrival of his orgasm before Shoyo can even voice it. "I – Kage – T-Tobio!"Shoyo cries out as his orgasm racks through him. With his restraints, his hips are only able to jerk forward slightly and grind into the solid earth below him, filling his jeans with his cum. He clenches and flutters around Tobio – cry drawing out into a breathy mewl – and the bounty hunter is powerless to pull himself back from the edge. Instead, he thrusts resoundingly one final time – enveloping himself completely inside tight warmth – and he cuts off the ensuing keen by lifting his head and capturing Shoyo's mouth completely with his own. He kisses Shoyo hungrily, lips parted and tongue lapping at every surface it can, as he fills him up with every last drop. His hips studder and still, grinding to a stop when completely sheathed inside Shoyo. Tobio's hand lets go of the rope and instead move to hold Shoyo's chin in place. Though his movements have stopped, their tongues continue to taste and soak up every last shared moan and whimper drawn out from the last ripples of their orgasms. He lifts his hips, pulling himself completely out and drinking up the mournful groan Shoyo emits with heavy, consolation kisses. When he pulls away, chest heaving with each breath, he presses his forehead to Shoyo's — not quite ready to part completely just yet. If Shoyo has any complaints, he doesn't voice them; instead, humming softly as his eyes flutter shut at the touch. "That was... whoa.""Yeah," Tobio's voice is little more than a breath, as his hand slides down into the space between them and begins to loosen the knot around Shoyo's wrist. "I didn't... know you liked, uh, this."The binding slackens, allowing Shoyo's arms to droop to his sides. His thighs still remain bound together, and with an apologetic kiss pressed to his ginger locks, Tobio leans up straight so that he can use both hands to finish untying the restraints. "I didn't think I did, either," Shoyo murmurs, head resting against the solid ground now that the only reason he had for keeping it upright has vanished. His tone is low, filled with a fatigued content identifiable by the slight curve to his lips. "but — if it's with you, I — well, really like it.""I liked it, too," Tobio says, eyes flicking to the drops of cum that begin to leak out from where Shoyo had previously been filled to the brim. "Clearly." A soft, raspy chuckle sounds from the deputy as Tobio pulls the waistband of his pants up for him, preventing anything from escaping any further. It's likely an uncomfortable mess, but considering Shoyo had finished inside his own pants, too, he would have to wait until they returned to their horses and supplies before he could find a change of clothes anyway. "Good," Shoyo hums, seemingly unaffected by the discomfort of his sticky situation. Tobio's eyebrow raises as he stuffs himself back into his own clothes, curious gaze meeting Shoyo's. "Because, next time, you're going to be the one tied up."Later, with fresh clothes folded by the river bank and soiled ones thrown without care beside them, the pair wade until the water meets their waists. Tobio was hunched over, in the midst of splashing water against the back of his neck and shoulders, when Shoyo resurfaced from his initial plunge. He shakes his hair — excess droplets of water flinging out in every direction. Tobio has to squint to avoid water landing in his eyes, and he begins to open his mouth to bark out his complaint when Shoyo interjects.“That’s another win for me, by the way."“HAH?" Tobio snaps, eyebrows furrowing. "I caught you, dumbass!”“Yeah, but, I technically escaped, didn’t I?" Shoyo says, and the knowing lilt to his voice has Tobio scowling. "You let me go.”Tobio's lips part to argue, but then Shoyo's voice from earlier flashes through his mind like a lightning strike. A deal made when Tobio was fumbling to understand the reality of their situation, with crude terms of punishment for freedom, a vulgar quid pro quo. Realizing simultaneously that there's no argument to be made, and that their further uneven score needs to be rectified with a point of his own, Tobio narrows his gaze, pulls his hand back, and sends a wave of water toward Shoyo in a large splash. "H-Hey! " The deputy is left sputtering and coughing while the bounty hunter dives into the slow-moving river. The last thing he hears before he submerges beneath the surface of the water is Shoyo's voice squawking after him and a series of angry splashes. "Tobio — GET BACK HERE!"