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works/917892.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Dangan_Ronpa, Super_Dangan_Ronpa_2
  Relationship:
      Souda_Kazuichi/Tanaka_Gundam
  Character:
      Souda_Kazuichi, Tanaka_Gundam
  Additional Tags:
      Roleplay, Petplay, Oral_Sex, Consensual_Violence, Light_Bondage, Muzzle
      Kink, Hand_Jobs
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-08-08 Words: 965
****** thanks for participation ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     If he had a tail it would be wagging, he thinks, and that thought
     makes him chuckle against Tanaka’s underwear. In return, Tanaka
     pushes his hips forwards slightly, letting out a long breath that
     goes straight to Souda’s dick. He hates that, it makes his stomach
     churn, thinking about how Tanaka can make him so squirmy and shaky
     with one little breath.
Notes
     there is so little soudagundam it makes me sad. wtf theres like a
     million of you on tumblr...i feel bad cause this is so darn short!
     art_by_my_friend_catterfly_here!
The floor is soft but the carpeting has been digging into Souda’s knees and the
leash Tanaka has him attached to is yanking the collar and leaving red
indentations from the leather. All he can see is dark purple and his hands are
folded in his lap and he sits still because Tanaka told him to. He has been
sitting still for twenty minutes, probably. His knees are cramping and Souda is
regretting choosing this position to sit in. Tanaka’s hand runs through his
hair and ‘good dog’ and ‘good boy’ floats all around, bouncing around his
skull.
A sound rings out (Tanaka clears his throat) in the silence of breath and the
clinking together of metal bits on his collar and leash. Souda feels Tanaka
stand up, fingers still linked in his pink hair (that needs to be dyed again,
the roots are showing already), and squats in front of him, kissing his
forehead and whispering that he is doing so well, so very well. Souda opens his
mouth when Tanaka runs his thumbs across his cheek and tells him “I can’t hold
still anymore.” His legs are shaking with the effort of keeping the position
and he has an itch to move. He’s feeling very panicked all of a sudden , but
Tanaka tugs him up by his collar and pecks kisses twice and tells him that he
did well.
What he did was cruel, and in the heat of the moment Souda intends not to let
him get away with it. He pushes Tanaka against his own bedroom wall and seizes
the opportunity to kiss up his neck and nibble and nip since he doesn’t have
his scarf to protect him. He tries to tug Souda away with the leash but he’s
caught off guard and Souda pushes his hands down, biting harder, drawing blood.
Tanaka regains his composure quicker than Souda gives him credit for and shoves
him back on his knees, snarling and tugging too tightly on Souda’s hair. He
whimpers because that actually hurts a lot and tries to rip Tanaka’s hands
away. The way he’s sitting prevents him from getting the upper hand.
“Is this alright?” he asks and Souda nods, giving a nervous grin to reassure
him. He tries to listen because that’s all he had at this point, and the
clicking of metal together that isn’t around his neck gets his heart racing.
Tanaka’s pants unzip and Souda gravitates towards his crotch. If he had a tail
it would be wagging, he thinks, and that thought makes him chuckle against
Tanaka’s underwear. In return, Tanaka pushes his hips forwards slightly,
letting out a long breath that goes straight to Souda’s dick. He hates that, it
makes his stomach churn, thinking about how Tanaka can make him so squirmy and
shaky with one little breath. He pulls back and whines, looking up because he
knows where Gundam stands compared to him on his knees. (And he ought to at
this point, he thinks. They’ve done this enough for him to by all means.) He
hears Tanaka’s black jeans drop (He hates those jeans. Fuck those jeans. How
DARE they hug Tanaka’s hips so well?) and the underwear go not long after. He
takes Tanaka’s cock in his mouth, and just to be a prude, he bobs his head once
with his teeth still out.
Tanaka hisses and brings his hand down to grab Souda by the collar, yanking him
away harshly. Souda whispers “animal abuse” teasingly, just to piss him off,
and he feels a boot connect with his stomach. His dick presses uncomfortably
against his underwear at this point and he flashes his teeth, growling at
Tanaka to provoke him again. It works, and Tanaka pushes his cheek into the
carpeting with one shoe. Tanaka fixes his clothing situation by the sounds of
things, fastening his belt. The carpet is going to leave marks but he doesn’t
care anymore because when he tries to reach out for something familiar, a boot
comes down and crushes his hand just enough to leave a stinging, continuous
pain. He curls his fingers back and retracts his arm, grinning wickedly. He
hears Tanaka rummaging through his dresser, then through the various chests and
trunks he has for animal care.
“Aha,” Tanaka says, and he can hear the smugness in his voice and just for good
measure, Souda snarls. Tanaka’s hand lifts him up and his hands are bound
behind his back by what feels like a leash. Tanaka stuffs something into his
mouth (he can’t tell what, but it’s tasteless and something soft) and fastens a
muzzle around Souda’s head, tugging him up and then against his bed. Tanaka
wastes no time tugging Souda’s uniform trousers down and then his underwear,
taking his dick in one hand and running his fingernails too-gently down Souda’s
sides and stomach, making him squirm. His hand moves quickly and Souda groans
around the thing in his mouth, bucking his hips with Tanaka’s erratic pace. He
comes quickly, as he always does when they do this, and Tanaka chuckles darkly.
“Are you going to be good so I can release you?” he jokingly asks, and Souda
nods his head, too defeated to even protest or bring a fist up to say Fuck you,
Tanaka and punch him hard in the gut.
Tanaka deftly removes the muzzle and the gag from his mouth and Souda spits a
little, trying to get used to his mouth being vacant again. He sits up while
Tanaka undoes his wrists but stops him before he can get to the collar, shaking
his head. He undoes the blindfold by himself and, like always, indignantly
pulls his trousers up and walks out of the room, thanking Tanaka for his
participation with red ears.
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