Titolo: Fill me up
Fandom: Free!
Personaggi: Sousuke/Nagisa
Genere: erotico, fluff, un po' angst
Avvertimenti: light BDSM, pwp, future fic, in inglese
Parole: 2584
Note: COW-T, quarta settimana, M3, prompt "vuoto". E per una volta non odio tutto di una fic che ho scritto. VIVE LE PORN \O/

"I'm disappointed."
There are very few words that can make any smile fade from Nagisa's otherwise always beaming face. No setback can erase the grin from his face, no problem is too big to put him down. However, the moment he hears Sousuke say that, his smile falters and gets erased, like a childish doodle on an Etch A Sketch.
"Sou-chan..." he peeps with a soft, low voice, while Sousuke slides a finger between his naked skin and the leather of his collar, pulling him closer and making the small bell attached to it dangle gently.
"I'm not happy, at all." Sousuke's voice rumbles, heavy like a threat, and his finger slides under the collar to go to the back of Nagisa's neck.
"What are you doing?" Nagisa asks, looking up with big pink eyes into Sousuke's teal, but the latter seems unmovable. And then a little click is heard, before the collar ends up in Sousuke's hand, untied and ringing with the movement of him pulling it away.
That's the collar Sousuke bought for their first anniversary, so it's quite new, and Nagisa remembers clearly Sousuke's words when he tied the collar on him for the first time: "you belong to me now."
And Nagisa had leaned with relief into those words, nuzzled and treasured them, had wrapped them around his thoughts and dreams and made himself a refuge in them, into Sousuke's lap and in the burrow of his neck since then. Someone wanted him. Sousuke wanted him, wanted him to be his, wanted to keep him close and protect and nurture him. Sousuke had implicitly promised he would keep Nagisa safe, take care of him, support him and always treasure him like the most prized award.
And with a simple gesture, it seemed to be all gone. All because of some hands preying on him at the club they usually go to, all because Nagisa was too drunk to squirm away fast enough, and a hand slid up his shorts, touching him between his legs.
Sure, Sousuke dragged him away immediately, while Nagisa was still giggling in a daze, but it had only taken him bringing Nagisa home and showing his disappointment with those two words to make the younger man sober up and lose his smile.
"Please... Sou-chan," Nagisa whimpers, stretching his arms up to wrap them around Sousuke's neck, but the other's face does not seem to change. Actually, he frowns a bit deeper. "I'm sorry, I was drunk... I wouldn't have let them do anything more," he chirps, sticking his head down between his shoulders. If he had long, triangular ears, he would lower them.

Sousuke's throat clenches around the rage and pain he'd like to throw up into Nagisa's face. He'd allowed Nagisa to roam around the place, looking for attention and maybe a few touches since he never seems to have enough, and he's always had a penchant for teasing Sousuke with malicious looks while he danced with strangers, but tonight... tonight was just out of control. And he's not going to lose another man he loves to others, not when Rin one day came home and confessed he wanted to be with Nanase, of all people. As if the two of them weren't already together enough for races and training...
When he saw Nagisa enjoying the company a bit too much, all the memories he'd kept shoved in a corner of his mind - about being left behind, about others moving on without him - they came back all of a sudden, even though he knows, he knows that Nagisa clings on Sousuke as much as Sousuke is clinging on Nagisa.
Then, Nagisa's face is so humiliated and scared, and Sousuke can feel his heart cracking through his eyes, as if the pain was shared between them.
"Please, Sou-chan, don't push me away," Nagisa hums, burrowing his face against Sousuke's neck and licking his skin. He knows how to play, despite the empty, almost broken look in his eyes. "Sou-chan is the only one for me. I want nobody else. I was drunk, and... didn't know how to stop it."
Sousuke's arms seem to be connected to strings pulling them towards Nagisa, and around his frame. He does try to resist that unknown force, he truly does, and eventually he does touch the smaller man's back, but he grasps at his rumpled shirt instead of hugging him, then tilts his head to whisper in the other's ear, "what will you do to make me forgive you?"
What a sucker, all of his friends would say. But it can't be helped, not when Nagisa looks mortified and pitiful, lost like a stray puppy.
There's a playful hint in his voice, through all the ice cold layers of disappointment. It reaches Nagisa before everything else, and his gaze lifts to meet Sousuke's teal eyes with a new, hopeful spark. And then his pink eyes soften while his expression lightens up with his usual childish mischievous air.
"What does Sou-chan want me to do?" He asks with his voice lush, his hands sliding down from Sousuke's neck and palming his chest, while he goes on his toes so that their faces can be a bit closer.
Sousuke shivers, with his will bending for a moment under the spell of Nagisa's hot gaze. His hand leans into Nagisa's lower back, subtly pulling him closer while Nagisa's arms slide comfortable around him. And then Sousuke's hand quietly slithers down, palming Nagisa's ass, while trailing a light trail of kisses up the side of his neck, and Nagisa's eyes fall close, before he lets out a long, pleased, needy hum.
"I want to touch you all the places those other men put theil filthy hands on," Sousuke explains, his voice warming up with every inch of Nagisa's clothed body he's touching. "But I want you to strip first."

And so Nagisa does, right there on the spot, after Sousuke took a couple of steps back to look at his entire figure revealing milky skin and his lean and thin, but muscly body. Sousuke could almost see the traces of all those hands up and down Nagisa's body, as if they were ink that penetrated his clothes and dirtied his pale skin. And it makes his blood race, pump and thump up the veins of his neck, into his chest with a stinging, nervous ache.
And finally he covers the distance again, meeting Nagisa's open mouth to slide his tongue in, possessive, while his hands begin roaming and fondling Nagisa's soft body - and his waist ruts into him powerfully enough to make him lose his balance and take a few steps back.
And then, somehow, he does not remember exactly when, he's on his knees, kissing Nagisa's naked legs while the bulge in his pants presses and becomes uncomfortable, but he palms it rubbing for a few seconds to try and placate it. Which is impossible, given that Nagisa's rigid sex is right in front of him, ready to be kissed and fondled and sucked and ready to be welcomed in his mouth. Sousuke does not beat around the bush. He simply wraps his mouth around it, grab at Nagisa's ass, massaging it with his hands and bobbing his head while every thought fades like distant noises once a door gets shut. And Nagisa does not seem to be any more lucid either, given the incoherent chirps leaving his lips and his heavy breaths, the way his hips roll into Sousuke's mouth and his fingers tangle with the short black hair he finds his hands leaning on.
"S-Sou-chan..." he whines, after a bit of listening to himself breathing heavily, and to Sousuke's mouth slurping around him. His hips tense, his muscles contract, and his breath pauses, but then a sharp inhale interrupts it all when Sousuke's mouth abandons him, leaving him to the fresher flat's temperature.
"Sou-chan...?" He mumbles, dizzied, looking down where Sousuke is now kissing his thighs, and then teal eyes pierce through him severe and cold once again, after they'd melted for a moment there.
"You don't really deserve to come yet, do you?" He hums, standing up again. His eyes become even colder, like ice. "Go on the bed and prepare yourself," he orders with a firm voice, after grabbing Nagisa's neck with a hand and squeezing lightly, to remind him of what was there. And Nagisa obeys almost immediately, after whining for a few seconds.
In the meanwhile, as Nagisa coats his fingers with lube and slowly makes himself stretch and relax around them, Sousuke slides a drawer open, with an eye to the show on his bed, and right after he pulls a small bullet from a plastic bag safely sealed, then joins his little, flushed lover all bent on the mattress with his ass lifted and cheeks spread while he swallows moans back from fingering himself.
Sousuke's severe expression softens a little.
"Okay, stop," he says, but Nagisa doesn't - he keeps fingering himself for a little longer, so Sousuke's hand comes down on his ass heavy and makes him yelp with burning pain as he stops moving his fingers in and out with a frustrated whine.
"Do as I say," Sousuke reminds him, spanking him again for a good measure, and then wets his lips while he pops the lube's bottle open again and coats the little bullet generously with the slippery liquid, before twisting the bullet's bottom to turn it on and make it vibrate.
Any other day, he'd play with Nagisa, torture him a bit before putting something inside of him, but tonight he's tired and impatient.
He slides the bullet in, and Nagisa instantly starts letting out little bursts of whines and groans as he presses a fist against his mouth and flushes squirming with the impulses that shoot straight up to his brain.
"S-Sou-chan..." He pants out, wiggling his ass a little, while Sousuke rolls a condom around himself, and then he holds onto a thin string at the end of the vibrator. He gives little playful bites and kisses to Nagisa's ass, his sides, his back, scratching the traces of all those hands away with his teeth and tongue while shivers roll under Nagisa's skin constantly and a faint buzz fills the air monotonous until Nagisa grudgingly chirps, "g-gonna come...!" while tensing up again, and Sousuke yanks the vibrator out leaving him empty, once again. A small sob comes out from Nagisa's lips, but Sousuke rubs his back and kisses it while undoing his own pants.
"Good boy," he murmurs, before grabbing Nagisa's hips bending over his back to grab his chin and tilt his flushed, red face back. "You're cute," he adds, and attacks his neck and shoulder pressing kisses and biting Nagisa's soft skin to make him shiver more and clench more around the emptiness Sousuke left in him again. And he keeps just kissing Nagisa's skin, teasing it, fondling his chest to play with a little perky nub, until Nagisa breaks out in a whine.
"Sou-chan... please...!"
"Mmm–"
"Sou-chan..." Nagisa whines, rolling his hips, needy. "Please... I need you."
"–mmmh. Alright," Sousuke agrees, eventually, not wanting to play with Nagisa and his feelings too much. He was drunk and not fully himself, after all.
"Next time we go to the club I'll put you on a leash," he adds pulling on the nipple between his fingers, before he lines himself up with Nagisa and starts pushing in, amid rough moans rolling up his throat as Nagisa begins moaning again, loud and luscious, arching his back while Sousuke's torso presses down on it, and his arms wrap him up to keep him still while he fucks his way in, slow and steady at first then fast and hard, biting on Nagisa's shoulder and grunting with each thrust until Nagisa is locked in position and letting out the wildest whines and cries, as Sousuke tenses up on top of him and around of him, with an arm circling his neck and his body slamming against Nagisa's.
"Don't come before me," he whispers, with his voice trembling in pleasure.
"W-what? I'm already on the edge..." Nagisa whimpers, bracing himself better on the mattress as he bites his lip and tenses up.
The moment Sousuke kisses his shoulder, Nagisa lets out a deep sigh, clenching his teeth. It's a matter of principle, doing what Sousuke told him to. Plus, this is supposed to be punished. The ghost of the missing collar he'd been wearing so proudly when at home still lingers, like an entire piece of his body went missing from night to day.
But his body clenches, tenses up, the heat in his lower abdomen inflated and it's seconds away from bursting.
"S-Sou-chan, I c-can't..."
Sousuke bites his lip, leaning his forehead between Nagisa's shoulder blades.
"Hold it, Nagisa. Hold it, puppy," he groans, thrusting harder inside of Nagisa.
Nagisa's breath cuts at the affectionate pet name. He nods, shivering, holding his breath and clenching around Sousuke to hold onto the tension that boiled to the point of overflowing within him, and that's when Sousuke's body finally shakes and he gives a few harder thrusts before groaning harsh and stilling inside of Nagisa, with a hand reaching around him to finally milk him, allowing him to come in his hand.
Nagisa's hips jolt against the hand wrapped around him, and he lets out a hard moan on pleasure as a shivers runs all over him, and he finally turns around as soon as Sousuke pulls out, grabbing his face to give him a sloppy kiss, all tongue and heavy breaths.

Finally Sousuke settles between Nagisa's thighs again, but he begins petting his side and kissing every inch of light skin he can reach, erasing those traces of strangers' hands that he kept seeing all over Nagisa's body. It's clean, now, and his anger, fear, pain, they all diminished and they subside in few minutes of lying down with Nagisa snuggled in his arms.
"Did you forgive me?" The latter asks after a bit of silence, looking up at Sousuke with worry etched all over his face.
Sousuke brushes his fingertips up and down Nagisa's side, slowly, lost in thought. It makes Nagisa shiver, but he does not take his eyes away from Sousuke's face.
"I guess I overreacted, and took it on you. You were drunk, after all," Sousuke mutters, with a firmer gasp on Nagisa's side. "I know you're a good puppy," he admits eventually, giving Nagisa a tentative smile.
The other's expression totally changes. He seems to emit sunlight independently, beaming with relief and then hugging Sousuke tight, with his mouth wandering all over Sousuke's shoulder and chest, happy chirps leaving his lips.
"Oh, good! I'm so happy, Sou-chan!"
Sousuke pets through fluffy blond hair, hugging his smaller boyfriend as all of his dominating demeanor seems to get buried under a patient, loving look.
"Let's get a shower," he suggests, then, slapping Nagisa's ass lightly and playfully, and gaining a lazy whine.
"Don't wanna. I wanna get dinner," Nagisa mutters, stubborn.
"Come on, you're filthy," Sousuke scoffs.
"It's not filth. It's Sou-chan all over me," Nagisa coos, eyeing Sousuke with a cheeky look.
Sousuke looks down at him, blinking with surprised, and then he sighs, lying back down with Nagisa and pulling the blankets over them.
"We'll stay only for a bit, then we'll go shower."
"Yay!~"
Yeah, he gave in once again. What a sucker.