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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      アイ_チュウ_|_Ai_Chuu_(Video_Game)
  Relationship:
      Eva_Armstrong/Yamanobe_Mio
  Character:
      Eva_Armstrong, Yamanobe_Mio
  Additional Tags:
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Breathplay, Light_Bondage
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-07-07 Words: 2353
****** Fire of Devotion ******
by nectarimperial
Summary
     “A good master can’t have a moment of vulnerability?”
     Sometimes Mio takes matters into his own hands.
Notes
     i'm in evamio hell, don't save me. i guess this is happy birthday to
     mio, sorry mom.
See the end of the work for more notes
“It’s okay, right?” Mio asks, sitting back on his calves, trailing the tips of
his fingers along the curve of Eva’s figure. “I mean, you want this, too?” His
breath hitches in his throat as he pulls his hand away, bringing it to his
chest, lashes fluttering against his bright gold eyes. “I’m not making
assumptions, am I?”
He’s straddling Eva’s thigh, unbuttoning the top of his own dress shirt and
pushing it down the curve of his shoulders, exposing the outline of his
collarbones and throat. “Am I?” he asks again, leaning over to whisper the
question in Eva’s ear. He feels Eva’s body shudder beneath his words, thigh
pressing up between Mio’s legs.
“No,” Eva finally manages to choke out, blue eyes half-lidded and fixated on
Mio above him. “You’re right,” he breathes against Mio’s cheek, “You’re
everything I’ve ever wanted.”
Mio's face lights into a wicked grin, and he tightens his hold on Eva’s wrists
bound above his head, grinding himself down against Eva’s leg. “Is that so?” he
drags his teeth down the curve of Eva’s neck. “If that’s the case, I should
really leave my master a present~♪” Mio nips at the space above Eva’s
collarbone and smiles against the skin there. “A gift for my beautiful master,
who’s cared for me all these years.”
Eva doesn’t have time to respond before Mio’s already digging his teeth deep
into his flesh, wrapping his hands tighter around Eva’s wrists, biting and
sucking at the skin of his neck with abandon. His thighs are tight around Eva,
pressing his hardness into Eva’s leg while his teeth tear at his skin with a
vigor that is sure to leave a deep, purplish bruise in its wake, where similar
marks had faded. Mio’s possessive streak was almost charming were it not for
its lasting evidence, but bite marks and bruises were easily covered up with
high collars and cravats.
Pushing his hips up against Mio, Eva strains against the bonds keeping him
attached to the headboard, “You are… certainly holding back today, aren’t you?”
Eva asks, pressing his body against Mio. “Taking our time for a change?”
Eva’s words make Mio stop, and he pulls back, wiping his lips with the back of
his hand, and sits back against Eva’s leg. “Is that a complaint I hear?” he
hums, running his hands up Eva’s chest. "Is my master complaining? I can’t
believe it,” he continues, wrapping his hands around Eva’s throat, pressing his
long nails into the soft flesh of his neck.
“Perhaps,” Eva sighs out, breath hitching in his throat as Mio’s fingers close
around his neck. It’s harder to breathe, and the sensation thrills him, fills
him with adrenaline.
“Is this,” Mio starts, leaning over Eva’s figure, kissing the side of his face,
listening to his gasps for air. “Is this lack of restraint really befitting of
my dignified master?” he whispers in Eva’s ear, grinding himself into Eva’s
thigh.
Eva’s hard enough as it is, and he doesn’t need any more help from Mio, but he
doesn’t really mind either, savoring the sight above him. Mio’s lips are
parted, his teeth chewing his lower lip, tongue darting out every so often to
swipe at the corner of his mouth, hands firmly around Eva’s throat. Sometimes
he presses his fingers deep into Eva’s larynx and it’s difficult to breathe,
but he doesn’t mind. He trusts Mio with all of his heart.
“A good master can’t have a moment of vulnerability?” Eva breathes, his wrists
pulling against the restraints at the headboard of the bed. Mio giggles, one
hand covering his mouth as the other slips from its grasp against Eva’s throat,
trailing against the muscles of his chest, wrapping around the curve of his
waist.
“I suppose so,” he finally replies, moving his body from Eva’s thigh,
stretching along the entire length of his form. “I’d expect you to have a
little more humility, but instead,” Mio pauses, smiling up at him with that
gleam in his eye that said he wanted to swallow him whole, “You seem pretty
eager, hm?” He accentuates the question by grinding his hips into Eva’s,
smirking when it gets the desired response.
Eva laughs, “I’m bound, at your mercy, and here you are writhing about on top
of me; I don’t know what else you might have expected.” Flicking his dark hair
from his eyes, he chuckles, pressing his hips upward into Mio’s own, slotted
against his body. “If I were not restrained so, I’d show you how beautiful you
look on top of me, but I expect that my words will have to suffice for the time
being.”
“You’re so,” Mio starts and stops, unsure of how to finish his sentence, so he
does the next best thing and untangles his body from Eva’s, sitting back on his
knees, tugging and pulling at the buttons of Eva pants, cheeks flushing with
his own desire.
Eva’s shirt had become unbuttoned somewhere in the melee between the bedroom
door and the bed itself, and it bunched around his chest now, the fine material
becoming more wrinkled by the second. If he weren’t tied up and half bare, he
might’ve complained any other day, but being so occupied, he lets the indecency
go for the time being.
Chewing the corner of his lip, he laughs up at Mio, who appears lost in the
moment. “Do you plan to wait there for much longer?”
“I,” Mio pauses, and his fingers wrap in the material of Eva’s pants, dragging
them down the curve of his thighs. “I, yeah. Sometimes I forget.”
“Forget what?” Eva questions, his wrists straining against the against the
bonds keeping him secure to the bed. He can practically feel them growing red
and raw with his constant movement.
Mio tilts his head to the side, his grey hair fluttering around his naked
collarbones. “Just how beautiful my master is,” he says at last, eyes half-
lidded as he climbs back up the length of Eva’s legs, running his tongue along
the underside of Eva’s hardened cock, slick with pre-cum. Mio isn’t sure if
he’ll ever stop loving the way Eva tastes, every time as good as the first.
He’s accustomed to Eva’s length, and knows how to slide it to the back of his
throat, his reflexes perfectly in check. He might’ve coughed the first few
times they had attempted this (to his own embarrassment), but by now he was
familiar with the size, and took him easily.
“Ah – f-fuck – I,” Eva starts, and Mio can feel him tugging against his
restraints. It never ceased to make him giddy to hear Eva, his dignified Eva,
resort to average vulgarities, crude language spilling from such delicate lips.
“I wish my hands were free,” Eva finally finishes, his hips bucking into Mio’s
mouth, cock hitting against the back of his throat, but Mio’s used to it, knows
how impatient Eva gets when he takes his time teasing like this, so he only
hums, enjoying the way the vibrations make Eva shudder underneath him.
Wrapping his hand around the base of Eva’s cock, Mio pulls his mouth back and
swirls his tongue around the head, lapping at the pre-cum collecting in the
slit of his length. “And tell me, what would you do if they were?” Mio says,
fingers running up and down as he teases the tip of his shaft.
Eva doesn’t reply and arches his back, trying desperately to do anything to get
more of the feeling, but Mio only smiles and pulls back, keeping his tongue
around the head while his hands work the rest of the length.
“Such a dignified answer from my master, after all,” Mio teases, pulling his
mouth away from Eva’s cock, hard and glistening with saliva mixed with pre-cum,
and Mio laughs. “You certainly have a way with words today, don’t you?” he
asks, reaching across Eva’s body to the bedside table, grabbing a small bottle
and flicking it open.
“I guess since you’re ready, it’s the least your cute little servant can do~♪”
Mio practically sings, slicking his own fingers and sitting back against Eva’s
knees, letting him watch the way he slides his fingers inside of himself.
“C’mon,” Mio says, grey hair falling in his golden eyes, sliding another finger
inside of himself, “tell me what you want me to do. You’re bound, not gagged,”
he says breathlessly, fitting a third finger along with the others.
Mio’s sitting back against Eva’s legs, his knees still pressed together, with
one foot on either side of his body. Eva watches him intently for a few
minutes, wetting and biting the corner of his lower lip, trying to preserve the
image in his memory. Mio looks nothing less than exquisite like this, soft hair
sticking to his neck and collarbones, chest slicked with sweat as he prepares
himself to the best of his abilities, dark lashes fluttered closed.
“I could watch this forever,” Eva finally remarks, and Mio cracks one of his
pretty golden eyes, pulling his hand from between his legs. As if in reply, he
sits up on his knees, body hovering over Eva’s erection. Reaching between his
legs, he runs his slick fingers along Eva’s length, and slowly lowers himself
onto it, rolling his hips once he’s settled on top of him, laughing when he
hears Eva moan beneath him.
“You’re gorgeous, you know,” Mio remarks, and rocks his hips back and forth,
one hand coming up to grip Eva’s neck again, the other firmly planted against
his shoulder. It’s enough leverage for him to move his body up and down,
letting Eva slide in and out of himself. "My lovely master."
“So you’ve said,” Eva laughs, and tries to kiss the wrist that’s closing itself
on his airway, but only manages to run his tongue up the length of Mio’s arm.
“You're beautiful, too. Sometimes I feel I can never say it enough.”
“Tell me,” Mio sighs, fingernails digging into the flesh of Eva’s neck as he
moves, growing accustomed to the sensation. “Tell me right now, let me here you
say it. Let me hear my master say I’m beautiful.”
Eva tries to laugh, but his breath hitches in his throat and gets stuck,
enchanted by the way Mio moves on top of him, watching his own cock slide in
and out of Mio’s body while Mio uses him as leverage. “You’re gorgeous,” Eva
finally manages to say, bucking his hips to get deeper into Mio. “I can’t
believe, that,” he stops to catch his breath, “that someone so beautiful even
thinks of me.“
“Hilarious,” Mio says breathlessly, riding Eva’s cock, fingers constricting
against Eva’s throat. “You know,” he starts to say, cutting himself off with a
low groan. “You know exactly how wonderful you are,” Mio manages to choke out
before he’s not able to stay upright any longer, fingers slipping from Eva’s
neck as he falls against his chest, resting against his forearms. “I certainly
do,” he finishes, hips still pressing up and down against Eva’s length.
Eva only kisses Mio’s cheek, his grey hair slick with sweat, sticking against
his temple, and moves to captures his lips. “I know, I know,” he repeats
against his lips as he rolls his hips upward, trying to do anything to get
himself deeper, restrictions limiting his movements. “Say my name,” he breathes
into Mio’s ear, and Mio presses his cheek slick with perspiration against Eva'
own.
“Eva, please, I need to feel you inside of me,” he cries, body completely
collapsed against Eva’s beneath him.
“Say it again,” Eva replies, and he almost wants to laugh, Mio helpless on top
of him, fingers laced in the bonds he’d tied around Eva’s wrists. Because at
the end of the day, as much of a show of control Mio likes to put on in
initiating their encounters, he always ends up like this: desperate, erratic,
and pleading for more. “Say it for your master,” he breathes in Mio’s ear, and
Mio wraps his arms around Eva’s neck, his own cock pressed against Eva’s
stomach, the friction between their two bodies enough to make him cum.
“Eva,” he moans at last, spilling onto Eva’s stomach, and Eva presses his lips
to Mio’s sweaty cheek, still thrusting into his collapsed figure. He’s close,
but he wants nothing more than to hear Mio say his name just one more time.
“Again,” he commands, twisting his wrists against the bonds keeping him firmly
in place.
Mio’s completely collapsed against him, and the only thing he think of is the
low sound of Eva’s voice in his ears. “Eva,” he says again into the shell of
his ear, voice only growing louder with how hard Eva’s fucking him, using him,
filling him up with everything he has to give, exactly like he’d wanted in the
first place.
“Eva, please,” he says, words and thoughts disjointed, “inside of me,” he
barely manages to finish, and Eva gives one final thrust inside of him,
lowering his hips back onto the bed.
Neither of them move immediately. Mio can hear his heart pounding in his ears
and Eva’s heart beating rapidly against his own. They’re both out of breath,
gasping against one another, trying to regain a shred of composure. Finally,
Mio pulls himself up onto his forearms and rolls over onto the comforter.
“I guess you want me to untie you, hm?”
“Please,” Eva replies, shaking his wrists against the restraints in the most
dramatic way possible, rattling them against the headboard. Mio chuckles,
biting his lower lip and rolling over, reaching across Eva’s body to release
him. Once he finishes untying the knots on the restraints, he stays there,
pressing his cheek into Eva’s chest.
“I know you’re dirty and I wrinkled an expensive shirt, but just,” Mio stops
and presses his face deeper into Eva’s body, “just stay here with me awhile.”
Eva only laughs and wraps his arms around Mio’s slender figure, chin resting on
the top of his head, “Always, I promise.”
Mio smiles, and curls into him a little tighter.
End Notes
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