Titolo: You call the shots, babe, I just wanna be yours
Fandom: Free!
Personaggi: Sousuke/Nagisa, menzione di Rin/Sousuke
Genere: erotico
Avvertimenti: in inglese, pwp, future!fic, light BDSM, language (un paio di fuck di qua e di là, via)
Parole: 1945 (QUASI DUEMILA OMG)
Note: perché c'avevo voglia di scrivere. Niente motivazioni particolari, è solo porno autocompiaciuto e sicuramente scritto accazzo perché c'avevo voglia di buttarla lì *shrugs*

The line of his chin, he brushes along it softly with his leather touch, so slow and light. But when it goes missing Sousuke’s face leans forward as much as it can, in his position, sitting on a chair with eyes covered by a dark, thick shroud.

He can imagine the smirk hovering in front of him, somewhere, pleased with the need working like a magnet that pulls him to that boy.

Nagisa is right there, he can almost taste the warmth and consistence of his body just a small step away from him. He’s right there, and Sousuke does not know what he’s wearing, what expression he’s making, whether he’s smiling or looking down at him with desire. He does not know, he cannot see as a blindfold presses into his closed eyelids, and precludes the sight from him in such a cruel way while the tip of Nagisa’s crop slides down his throat, and he swallows following it, before pushing his chest out in anticipation.

“Sou-chan looks eager, eh?” Nagisa’s soothing voice teases him, while that lone, subtle touch descends to Sousuke’s wide, firm chest for a lap, two, and then disappears. Now that no extension of Nagisa is touching him, his heart drops and it shows on his face: the corners of his mouth tilting downwards, a tightness on his features and his eyebrows creasing.

He never felt like this. Well, maybe he felt something similar once, long ago, back in high school when his best friend left and came back without asking, without realizing that while he was out there with a sea to separate them, Sousuke was running hopelessly after him, to try and reach him, to try and catch him. But now Rin is an entire ocean away from him, and he realized long ago that the feelings he had for that beautiful man would never be reciprocated. He had someone else in mind.

But he never felt like this in such a short time: completely powerless to move and reach out, with pure and overwhelming desire to touch another pooling down and boiling, boiling until it’s too much to contain. He never had to sit with his legs spread open and tied up, without being able to see and know what was coming. Like now.

“Nagisa,” he growls, his voice vibrating deep, aggressive with need, and two fingers come to tilt his chin up. Sousuke’s neck stretches immediately, lips parting and expecting a kiss, but Nagisa’s lips only brush softly against his cheek, forehead, chin, the corner of his mouth, anywhere but his lips, and then from him comes a light giggle.

“What is it, Sou-chan? Do you need something from your Prince?” He asks, in a light hum that seems to make fun of him.

Damn, he had no idea that Nagisa would be such a tease. Of course, spending time with him, it was evident from the first second that he loved when Sousuke longed for him, no matter the time and place. He loves to be spoilt and pampered, to be there for Sousuke and have Sousuke be there for him.

And he always struggled against firm rules, always had something to say about his orders. Luckily, soon enough Sousuke found out that he absolutely fucking loved that, even though he would act repressive as a reaction, to make Nagisa rebel more, and so on. And maybe Nagisa’s eyes were always sweeter and darker every time he would get punished because, after all, he’d managed to keep his lover’s attention all on himself.

Which is curious, really, because when they are outside, it’s like nothing can truly reach him, like nobody can pierce through him. But in bed, when they are naked and exploring each other, Nagisa lies sprawled, open like a book, allowing the other to enter his hot and tender body, to spread him out, unravel all of his thick defenses, tickle them with his tongue until they get washed away in a childish laughter. Underneath, even beneath the veils, there is always a warm and soft core attaching itself, speaking directly, to Sousuke’s. It’s in the way his eyes soften right after coming, in the way his lips open eagerly for their mouths to play, in the way his cheeks turn pink whenever he forgets to raise his guard, or Sousuke catches him by surprise. It’s the subtle way his voice tones down, his smile relaxes; it’s silences in their time together that never presses on their heads with an urgency to talk about anything as long as there is someone filling that empty silence.

“Untie me, Nagisa,” Sousuke orders through his teeth, despite the role he agreed to for himself, his warm and intense voice rolling out with sheer lust that fills it up to the very last vibration.

A small sigh is heard somewhere in that pitch dark, and Sousuke knows what that is; it’s Nagisa, longing to obey and give himself up entirely just the way he always does. But after a couple of seconds he sings, “wrong, Sou-chan,” and through the palpable, thick darkness Sousuke can sense the knots tightening around him, and the bulge in his pants being constricted even more by a careful, unusually thorough web of ropes tied around his crotch.

Sousuke’s breath cuts in a sharp inhale, while blood pushes more and more desperate down, pressing, rumbling, thickening his cock already wrapped up by his jeans that rub, rub against it.

“Ah, fuck,” he whispers, and licks his lips panting out with arousal as the muscles of his arms tighten, force the hold around him but never quite enough, and only end up making the knots harder on him.

A little whimper reminds him, though, that he’s not the only one barely holding back from touching and embracing. That’s enough to make his muscles relax, a little, and his legs open allowing his hips to move, suggestive, slowly simulating little thrusts that Nagisa will almost feel inside him, for sure. He was inside that body enough times to leave an imprint of himself, and it mattered enough for him to stay, to make Nagisa feel like he’s not alone anymore. Like they are not alone anymore.

He smirks, confident, arching his eyebrows even though the blindfold surely lets half of the expression out.

“I don’t think you can afford to make demands, right now,” he points out, but a silence around him stabs through right away. It makes his ears ring, and his cheeks flush. “Nagisa?” He hums, and his chest immediately tightens, his throat constricting. “Nagisa, come on, don’t be a little shit, I’m all tied up here,” he continues, raising his voice in a sharp and blunt tone.

Still, silence. He doesn’t know whether Nagisa left, or whether he’s standing right there, looking down at him.

“I swear to god…” he mutters, nervous, with his jaw getting all tight and tense with humiliation already washing over him. “Nagisa, come on, please…”

“You got the begging down almost right, but something’s missing,” Nagisa chirps from behind him, soft and alluring and cheerful just as usual.

Relief runs on him like a sea wave, warming his chest and undoing all the knots in his throat in a moment, and he lets out a sigh of relief before finally giving in, “Please, my Prince, I need to come…”

“Mmmmh…”

Nagisa’s reply is so obviously fake and hummed just to prolong Sousuke’s frustration, he grits his teeth again instantly, nervous, but then small kisses come slowly trailing down his cheek and up his jaw and a tongue caressing his lips soothes his need to kiss with a long, humming one that instead of satisfying him only ends up making his skin and blood burn with the feel of Nagisa’s soft, plump lips dancing on his mouth.

“I like that, Sou-chan,” Nagisa peeps, and finally he sits, brushing his fingertips along Sousuke’s face and shoulders for a while until his lips and tongue begin working on Sousuke’s neck, nibbling and sucking soft, licking, letting out hums of pleasure and little whines of need.

“Nagisa- my Prince,” Sousuke whispers after a few seconds, his eyes squeezing with the feeling of his cock trapped too tight in his pants, uncomfortable and painful.

“Do you want me to free you?” Nagisa murmurs at his ear, and Sousuke’s breath runs faster before he replies, “yes!”

The darkness lifts from his eyes within seconds, and the first thing he takes in is the sight of their bed and the flat they share. Everything is a bizarre mash of explosive color and sober but warm colors, and he recognizes the things he placed around as opposed to the stuff Nagisa filled the place with. It’s a clash, and somehow it still is perfectly able to fill the same spaces up together.

And then there’s Nagisa, kneeling between Sousuke’s legs now while undoing the ropes around his clothed cock, looking at them with a focused pout, bottom lip out and brows knitting together. It’s amazing how he grew up, how everything in his demeanor and looks changed and flattened, but still barely hold in a loud, scorching hot fire that never hurts.

It comes through when Nagisa looks up at Sousuke, with a wide smirk and the tip of his tongue sticking out in excitement, before he finally sits on Sousuke’s lap and rolls his hips down, provoking a growl and a heavy sigh in the man that only has his hands still tied to the chair.

“Nagisa,” he calls, pressing a few, hard and rough kisses on the other’s neck, like he was going straight for the jugular.

“Be patient a few more seconds,’kay?” Nagisa mutters, seemingly not very willing, all of a sudden, to give Sousuke his power back. But eventually, when Sousuke thrusts up against him and makes them both moan, Nagisa gives that up, and his hands rush down Sousuke’s back. While he undoes the knot, Sousuke does not waste time and takes advantage of their bodies tangled up much closer to leave a few whispers into Nagisa’s ear, getting rougher and hotter with each syllable.

“I’ll please you now, my Lord, I’ll make you feel good. You want that, right? You want my dick, eh, little Prince?”

Once he’s free, Sousuke does not waste an instant. He stands up, pulls the smaller man close until he can feel the hardness he provoked rubbing into his waist, and he drags him to bed climbing fast on top of him, without caring for the soft, cute outfit Nagisa wore for him. If he wasn’t this much in need he would stop and look, but the only thing he can slightly pay any attention to is the circlet with bunny ears, that ends up thrown across the room before he finally looks down, under him. Nagisa is there, eyes glistening and breath trembling, naked and with his knees holding onto Sousuke’s sides, and despite the role he just played he’s already back, comfortable with trusting Sousuke completely, relaxed under him and ready to be fucked until they both ache and the sweat makes their skins slip on one another. Until mundane thoughts pop up from the hem of their reality, too fuzzy and faded to really bother them as they’ll fall asleep embracing naked together.

But before that, Sousuke flips Nagisa on his belly, before roughly spreading his cheeks and licking his lips with his eyes flashing amusement and revenge.

“But before, let me pay you back. But you can’t come until I tell you,” he murmurs, and then all his thoughts zero out around Nagisa’s broken chirps and tender, vulnerable moans as the light dims out - fatigue melts away, and it seems that the day only just begun.