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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kuroko_no_Basuke_|_Kuroko's_Basketball
  Relationship:
      Kasamatsu_Yukio/Kise_Ryouta
  Character:
      Kasamatsu_Yukio, Kise_Ryouta
  Additional Tags:
      Dom/sub, Consensual, Consensual_bondage, Begging, Orgasm_Denial, Rimming
  Series:
      Part 4 of Reaching_an_Agreement
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-09-19 Words: 2670
****** Good Boys Cry ******
by electrostatics
Summary
     Kasamatsu wants to study, but all Kise wants to do is play.
     (You don't have to read the other stories in the series.)
Notes
     [Trauma Warnings: A little bondage, D/s. Everything is consensual.]
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
     For blackheron!
     This story is part of that series where Kise and Kasamatsu are in a
     consensual D/s relationship. You don't have to read the other stories
     in the series, but here they are for reference: 1, 2.
See the end of the work for more notes
"Senpai, want to play?"
Yukio glares at his math homework. "Ryouta," he says, looking up to find Ryouta
staring at him with his big, hopeful, yellow eyes. Like a golden retriever
puppy. "No."
"But senpai," Ryouta whines.
"How many times have I told you no?" Yukio reaches over and flicks at Ryouta's
forehead. It leaves a pink mark before fading away quickly, but Ryouta still
rubs his forehead and makes a noise that sounds like a dying cat.
"But senpai, we haven't played in over a week." Ryouta grabs his arm, cuddling
up to him, nuzzling his shoulder.
It's true that they haven't ‘played' in a while, but they've had plenty of sex
between studying, practice, and school. Telling Ryouta what to do and being his
pillar of support, though, takes a lot more out of Yukio--more than he can
afford around exam time. Kise is still a first year, so he doesn't worry as
much, but Yukio needs to do well as the year draws to a close.
"You've still got some sparkle in your hair," Yukio says. He reaches up and
flicks out the glitter from Ryouta's last photoshoot. Yukio doesn't remember
what Ryouta had to do, but he's sure Ryouta will remind him when the magazine
comes out.
"Thank you," Ryouta says. "Now... play?" He smiles. Even when he's not trying
to be a model, he's still beautiful.
Yukio narrows his eyes at Ryouta and reaches out with one hand, grabbing his
chin. He leans in close until their noses are touching. "Good boys listen to
their masters when they say no," he says, his voice low. "Good boys don't beg
unless they're told to. Have I told you to beg, Ryouta?"
Ryouta's face flushes, his eyes glazing over. He licks his lips. "No, Sir . .
."
"Then stop." Yukio releases Ryouta's chin. "Don't pout," he says, touching
Ryouta's lips. "That's the same as begging. Study."
"Okay," Ryouta sighs. "I'm sorry, Sir." But Ryouta is not being serious or
formal right now. Instead, Ryouta is staring at the book in front of him and
doodling all over his notes in loud strokes and scribbles.
Yukio's temple throbs. He kicks at Ryouta under the desk. "Fucking study," he
says, pointing at the book. "Stop doodling. It's not about playing, Ryouta,
it's about passing the exams. Think about how the rest of the team will feel
when you can't go with us to the Winter Cup because you're stuck at school
getting extra lessons. You're our ace, Ryouta."
Now Ryouta looks guilty. "Yes, senpai," he mumbles, and stares seriously at his
book.
Yukio sighs. He feels like the bad guy, but they both have to study, so he
refocuses his mind and continues trudging along in the textbook, reviewing
every problem he's gotten wrong on every test--and even the ones he got right
(somehow). Ryouta looks like he's trying hard, too; he's also pulled out old
tests. Even though looking at Ryouta's scores makes Yukio want to die, he's
still proud of him for at least putting in an honest effort at something that
isn't basketball.
Yukio manages to get through half of his tests when his eyes start to water and
his temples start throbbing. He looks over at Ryouta, who is studying his
English as diligently as he can. Ah . . . He's doodling a bit, but Yukio knows
he's been working hard, so . . .
Yukio reaches over and takes the pencil from Ryouta's hand. "Come here," he
says, and Ryouta's face lights up. He scootches over to Yukio, sliding into his
lap and wrapping his arms around Yukio's neck.
"Are we gonna play?" Ryouta asks.
"Only if you're good," Yukio says, smirking.
"I'll be good," Ryouta says.
"Hn. Show me how good you are and kiss me."
Ryouta smiles and presses his mouth gently to Yukio's, licking at the crease of
his mouth. He pushes Yukio down onto his back and cards one hand through his
hair, moaning gently. "Sir," Ryouta gasps. Yukio feels Ryouta's erection
pressing against his thigh and smirks against Ryouta's cheek. He pulls at
Ryouta's shirt and nips at his lips, sliding his other hand underneath Ryouta's
shirt.
Of all the things Yukio likes to do with Ryouta, kissing is by far his
favorite. Yukio has kissed people before, each with their own distinct "taste"
(alongside the last food they ate), but Ryouta is always surprising him with
how sweet his mouth is. Yukio thought it was another one of Ryouta's natural
talents (after all, he woke up with that fruity breath) until he woke up one
morning to find Ryouta guiltily chewing gum in the bathroom.
But it's still fun to kiss Ryouta, even with morning breath. Ryouta is always
so easy and gentle; he caves under Yukio's insistent tongue, his body going
slack against him. Just a few kisses, here and there, well-placed hands against
Ryouta's back and his ass, and Ryouta is already whimpering and moaning against
Yukio's mouth, his hips grinding against Yukio's thigh.
"No," Yukio says, pushing Ryouta away. "Stop." He moves his thigh and Ryouta
groans.
"Sir," Ryouta says. His lips are swollen red and his breathing is uneven and
ragged.
"Don't beg." Yukio touches the back of Ryouta's neck, gently, but when he leans
up and press his mouth to Ryouta's ear, he makes sure to sound rough. "You'll
take what I give you, and you won't complain. Got it?"
Ryouta moans weakly into Yukio's shoulder. "Yes, Sir . . ."
"Get up," Yukio says. Ryouta rolls off him, looking up at Yukio as he stands
and sits on the edge of his bed.
Yukio is hard, too, but he's glad to be wearing loose boxers. He looks down at
Ryouta kneeling down on the floor, looking up at him hopefully. Out on the
court, outside of this room, Yukio has a thousand things to worry about:
university, exams, friends, basketball, winning, captainship. But here with
just Ryouta, Yukio sees Ryouta--only Ryouta--and what he wants and needs from
him.
"What do you want?" Yukio asks. He strokes Ryouta's hair, tugging him forward
gently until Ryouta's forehead touches Yukio's knees.
"I want to be fucked with the collar on, Sir," Ryouta says.
Yukio smiles. Ah, so honest . . . That's different, too. Ryouta has no masks
when it's just the two of them. There is no acting, no model. Just Ryouta, open
and honest while he asks Yukio to take care of him.
"With the collar on, huh?" Yukio lifts Ryouta's chin. "Do you deserve it?"
Ryouta frowns. "Yes, Sir."
"Wrong." Yukio squeezes his jaw firmly. "You only deserve it when I say you
deserve it. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir," Ryouta says, again. Yukio can see the gears realigning themselves
in Ryouta's eyes, the new branch of thought in Ryouta's mind. I belong to
Yukio.
"That's right. You belong to me," Yukio says. "Every inch of you." Ryouta gasps
and moans and Yukio feels his cock twitch just from the effect he's having on
Ryouta without even touching him. "Your eyes. Your lips. Your tongue. Your
back. Your cock. Those are mine."
Ryouta is completely lax against Yukio's legs, his eyes closed as he whimpers
and shudders. "All yours," Ryouta whispers.
Yukio reaches over to the bedside cupboard and pulls out the leather collar,
wrapping it around Ryouta's neck. Ryouta's neck isn't very sensitive, but when
it comes to the collar, just placing it on his skin reduces Ryouta to a pile of
goo as he practically purrs like a cat. Yukio knows what it is: it's
satisfaction, security--the idea that Ryouta belongs somewhere, and that
somewhere is here, with him.
"Thank . . . you, Sir." Ryouta sounds post-orgasmic already, completely blissed
out.
Yukio pets his hair. "You're so easily satisfied," he says. Looking at Ryouta
while he wears the collar is one of Yukio's other favorite things. It looks
good on him, of course, but it's Ryouta's willingness and eagerness to wear it-
-his enthusiasm for being so completely and totally owned by Yukio and his
every word.
"No!" Ryouta springs to life, clutching at Yukio's legs. "Fuck me!"
Yukio grins. "So you still want that?"
"Yes," Ryouta says firmly. "Please, Sir. Fuck me."
"I don't know," Yukio says. "I don't know if I want to play right now."
Ryouta whimpers. "Really, Sir?"
"You sound so sad and heartbroken," Yukio says. "Maybe . . ."
Ryouta's smiles eagerly. Yukio's heart skips a beat, but he knows that he can't
give in to Ryouta every time he asks for something.
"Ahh . . . I just don't know," Yukio says. "Maybe you could convince me."
"How, Sir?"
Yukio smirks. "Beg me."
Ryouta stares up at him, and Yukio stares back. Of course, it's Ryouta who
breaks away first, his face flushing. He licks his lips, looking thoughtful,
and then he tugs at Yukio's boxers.
"No."
Ryouta stops.
"Beg me with words," Yukio says.
"Fuck me," Ryouta says, quietly, and then again, "Fuck me, Sir. Please.
Please..." When Yukio doesn't respond, he moans, almost breathlessly. "Please,
Sir. I need you to fuck me."
"You need me?" Yukio knows that Ryouta needs him, especially now, especially
when he's wearing the collar, but he wants to egg Ryouta on.
"I need you," Ryouta gasps. "I need you inside me. Please, Sir, I can't stand
it anymore, I want your cock inside me, I want you to fuck me, right now,
please, please . . ." He moans against Yukio's knees. Yukio can feel the
precome dripping out of his own cock; he can feel just how hard he is listening
to how absolutely wrecked and needy Ryouta is, begging to be fucked.
"Well," Yukio says, struggling to keep his voice under control. "All right. I
guess I can give you a small gift, since you begged so hard."
Ryouta's face is flushed not only with arousal, but with pleasure. He's
pleased, just happy for Yukio's false reluctance. In reality, they both know
that Yukio wants it as much as Ryouta.
"Get up on the bed," Yukio says. "Take off your clothes, and get on your hands
and knees."
Ryouta jumps on the bed before Yukio can properly give him space, shedding his
shirt and boxers. In the span of ten seconds, Ryouta is on his hands and knees,
looking over his shoulder at Yukio. "Please, Sir," Ryouta says.
Yukio turns and pulls the lube out of the drawer. He squeezes some out on his
hand and spreads it on Ryouta's hole. Already, Ryouta is trying to push back on
his hand, trying to get any of his fingers inside of him, but Yukio pulls his
hand away. "Don't be impatient, freshman," Yukio says. "Wait." He makes sure
his fingers are wet enough before gently pushing a finger inside of him.
Ryouta moans, trying to fuck himself, but Yukio pulls away again. A cry of
frustrating tears itself from Ryouta's throat and he buries his face in the
sheets. "Sir," he whines. "Please, please, fuck me!"
Yukio presses his finger back inside of Ryouta, and then another, scissoring
them inside of him. "Stay still," Yukio says, and Ryouta whimpers and sobs
against the sheets, but his body merely trembles instead of thrusting back.
Yukio leans in towards his hand and licks at the skin around his fingers,
sucking at the puckered skin, and Ryouta gasps, his whole body tensing. "S-
sir!"
Yukio replaces his fingers with his tongue, fucking Ryouta with it, and even
when Ryouta pushes back against him, Yukio doesn't scold him. Ryouta is
trembling and moaning in the sheets without reservation, his whole body bare
and vulnerable to Yukio's ministrations.
"Sir, Sir, I'm gonna--I'm so close," Ryouta says, his voice strained. He lets
out a half-scream when Yukio pulls away completely. "Noo, Sir, please . . ."
"I don't want you to come yet," Yukio says. "Don't move." Ryouta's body
trembles, and Yukio waits for Ryouta's breathing to become more even. "Good
Ryouta . . . Good boy . . ." He lubes his fingers again and presses three
fingers inside of Ryouta this time, fucking him nice and slowly.
"S-sir . . . Sir . . ." Ryouta's whole body rocks in time with Yukio's fingers,
and if Yukio didn't want to fuck Ryouta just as bad as Ryouta wants to be
fucked, he would gladly finger him until Ryouta came all over the bed, if only
because Yukio would be able to see his face while he came.
Ryouta's body jerks and he manages to whimper out, "Sir, I'm close again--!"
Yukio pulls his fingers out once more, placing a hand on Ryouta's back. "Don't
come yet," he says, and Ryouta's body stiffens with the effort. "You wouldn't
come without my permission, right?"
"N-no Sir."
"Good," Yukio says. He squeezes more lube onto his hands, slicking his own cock
up. He wants to touch himself to the sight of Ryouta, to make Ryouta watch him
as he touches himself, but he's teased Ryouta enough for today.
"Don't move," Yukio says. He kneels behind Ryouta, holding his hips, and
entering Ryouta slowly. Yukio can tell Ryouta is trying, so he leans over his
back and whispers against his shoulder, "Good boy," over and over again, as
Ryouta whines and begs for more, clutching the headboard in front of him.
Yukio's done waiting, too. Once he's buried to the hilt, he starts fucking
Ryouta hard, one hand over Ryouta's on the headboard, and the other around
Ryouta's cock, stroking him.
"I'm close, Sir, I'm so close, please, please, may I come, please, please, Sir,
Sir." Ryouta is practically sobbing, his whole body shuddering with every
thrust.
"Yes," Yukio groans. "Come for me, Ryouta. Be a good boy and come for me."
When Ryouta starts to scream, Yukio covers Ryouta's mouth with his hand,
letting Ryouta bite down on his fingers. Behind his fingers, Yukio can hear
Ryouta's muffled groans, the desperate cries of "Sir, Sir, Sir, oh."
Ryouta's whole body goes boneless, collapsing on the bed. Yukio turns Ryouta
over, stroking his hair. "I want to fuck you still," he whispers into Ryouta's
neck. "Is that okay?"
"Y-yeah," Ryouta says.
Yukio's close, too; it doesn't take that long, thrusting into Ryouta's pliant
body. Even though he's come already, Ryouta still whimpers and sighs,
murmuring, "Sir, it feels good," over and over.
"I'm gonna come," Yukio gasps.
"Come inside me, Sir," Ryouta says, moving his hips in time with Yukio's.
"Please, Sir, Yukio."
The sound of his name makes the edges of his vision go white, and he digs his
fingers into Ryouta's hips, squeezing his eyes shut as he comes.
Yukio rolls over on one side next to Ryouta. He breathes hard. His whole body
feels like it's reached a new plane of zen and Yukio's not sure he wants to
move from this spot in his bed ever again.
Out of the corner of his eye he can still the black of Ryouta's collar, so he
reaches out and undoes it slowly. "It's just better if you don't sleep in it,"
Yukio says, when Ryouta looks at him pleadingly. "That way, it won't hurt you."
"Okay." Ryouta pouts.
"Be a good boy and do it for me." Yukio leans in and kisses him on the mouth,
gently.
Ryouta smiles. "Of course."
Yukio grins and tosses the collar into the drawer. "Good." He pats Ryouta on
the cheek. "Now, go back to studying, freshman."
"What?!" Ryouta squawks and flails his arms. "But, but--!"
"Don't think I didn't see you doodling all over your study notes at the end,"
Yukio says, poking him in the cheek. "If you want to challenge me, show me your
notebook, now."
"No!" Ryouta sits up. "Fine, fine! I'll study, I'll study."
"Good boy," Yukio says, rolling over onto his side. "I better see progress when
I wake up."
"Of course."
Yukio feels Ryouta lean over and kiss him on the ear before Ryouta leaves the
bed. It's a little cold and empty, but Yukio can hear Ryouta's pen scratching
on his notebook and the pages turning. Just knowing Ryouta is there, listening
to him work and breathe, is enough to lull Yukio to sleep.
End Notes
     Thanks as always to cureelliott for the quick read-through. :) ♥
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