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Clawing at the edge of the cliff, Sakura was desperately hoping not to be pulled into this conversation, but he couldn’t be so lucky.
“You- what? You don’t ever…” Togame sputtered as he looked for the right question. “Before we got together, did you...”
Sakura tried to focus all of his attention on excavating a heaping spoonful of ice cream from his sundae. When he made the mistake of looking up across the table, Togame quirked his head, big puppy-dog eyes caught in confusion.
“You masturbate though, right?”
The cafe around them suddenly felt dangerously claustrophobic. Sakura frantically looked around. The midday Saturday rush meant that every table, many of which were at listening distance, was full. He let himself slide down in his chair – hopefully out of existence.
“Would you be quiet!? Yeah, I do,” he gritted out, the second part much quieter.
“Careful,” Togame got suddenly serious, pointing at Sakura’s spoon dripping down onto the table. Blushing, Sakura shoveled it into his mouth. “Okay, well, if you’ve never watched porn…”
The pattern on Sakura’s bowl was suddenly very interesting. Checkers. He peered down into it – anywhere but his boyfriend’s overly kind gaze.
“You don’t have to be, like… lookin’ at anything to jerk off.”
“No, I know that,” Togame said, annoyingly gentle in the way he searched for words. “Just… how do you know what you like?”
Sakura stared at him like he was speaking another language.
“I dunno, I know enough. Especially now that we…” he trailed off in embarrassment, shaking his head. “Does it really matter what I like?”
“Well, yeah, it matters a lot to me,” Togame said, leaning into the table. His smile edged on irritating.
“Do you not like what we do now?”
What they did now seemed… normal?? Regular?? They’d gone slow for Sakura’s sake, but they’d done, ya know, mouth stuff and, much more recently, butt stuff that felt really good once he got over the bulk of his embarrassment. He didn’t have anyone to ask about it but he didn’t really feel like he needed to ask anything in the first place; Togame taught him everything he needed to know.
“You know I do.” Togame’s face fell, then righted itself. “I just think you can learn a lot about yourself by wandering around the internet – stuff you didn’t know you’d be into.”
Was there really that much to find out? Sakura didn’t know, but he did know that he’d learned a lot of things he didn’t know he could enjoy. He didn’t want to admit that his spankbank had increased exponentially in their 3 months together. If it was only the tip of the iceberg…
“Like what?” he asked before he could think better.
A look flashed over Togame’s face, dark and estimating.
“Are you asking for a personal example?”
Sakura shrugged. “Yeah.”
Togame leaned back in his chair, giving a long, appraising look before simply saying, “Feet.”
“Feet?” Sakura said too loud. Blushing, he leaned in to whisper again, “feet?”
“Yep.”
“What- Why?”
Too clearly enjoying the shock, Togame took another lazy scoop of his parfait with a smile.
“That’s the thing, you don’t have to know why. You just see it and know.”
Sakura thought about feet – his own (not particularly gross but definitely nothing special) and others, trying to imagine anything sexual about them before quickly running into a brick wall.
“Okay but just like… looking at them? Or…” He didn’t even know what other options to list.
A quiet shuffle came from under the table, and he nearly shot through the roof when something dragged up the side of his calf and over his thigh.
“Nope,” Togame said, planting his foot firmly against Sakura’s groin. He flexed his toes against his dick with a scary amount of precision and Sakura yelped. Righting himself in his chair didn’t take him out of range and Togame seemed to relish in it. “Normally I think about being on the other end of it, though.”
Instead of moving further away, Sakura nervously eyed all the people unaware that his boyfriend was feeling him up beneath the table with his foot.
“‘Public’ is another common search for me,” Togame said, dropping his foot back to the floor and shuffling back into his geta. Halo above his head, he planted his elbow on the table, cheek in his hand. Too much steam had built up in Sakura’s head and the dopey look on Togame’s face filled him with the urge to punch him square in the nose.
“I don’t…” Sakura stuttered, trying – failing – to simultaneously process the lasting feeling of Togame’s toes against his cock and the idea of doing anything more public than that here or anywhere else.
“You don’t have to like what I like though,” Togame said. “But I would like to know more about what you like.” He waited patiently while Sakura said nothing, digging into the melted soup at the bottom of his bowl. ”Would you do it for me? Look around and let me know what you find?”
Still met with silence, he finally tapped Sakura’s bowl with his spoon.
“Yeah, I can try to… google it later.”
Sakura looked up, and though Togame’s bowl was nearly spotless, he looked as if he’d eaten nothing at all.
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Alone at home, Sakura laid on his back for several minutes doing nothing but gathering up the courage needed to pick up his phone and type in what he wanted to see.
“Gay… porn… dot com…” he clumsily entered into the url bar.
Gayypron.com redirected him to a tiled front page that assaulted him with more dicks at once than he’d seen in his entire life. He leaned in close to give a cursory squint at the tiny, moving preview boxes, then took a deep breath and jabbed his thumb into the search bar.
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Away from Furin turf and the responsibilities he held there, time spent over the tracks at Togame’s house was typically the most relaxing part of Sakura’s week. Today, however, it felt like walking on eggshells. Horny, wound-up eggshells.
“Did you do your homework?” Togame finally asked.
They were sprawled out on the floor watching a movie that Sakura hadn’t paid enough attention to even remember the name of. The space between them had quickly disappeared, Sakura’s back being pulled into Togame’s chest at some point or another. The lazy wrap of his arms around him suddenly felt suffocatingly hot.
“Yeah,” Sakura admitted quietly. He could hear Togame’s smile in his voice as he bent down closer to his ear, cheek to his white hair.
“What did you do?”
“Well I went to gayporn.com…”
Togame’s belly laugh shook them both. “Straight to the point, I like it.”
“Then I just… searched stuff and looked around like you said.”
“Anything good?”
Sakura hoped the silence said no, but he knew Togame knew him better than that. The pinching at his side proved it.
“Yeah,” he finally admitted. “I didn’t, like, half-ass it.”
“You don’t half-ass anything.”
Sakura pouted.
“Are you gonna tell me or,” Togame stretched out the r and tried to abandon the rest of his sentence. If he was hoping Sakura would chime in, he gave up. “I could just read your search history.”
“I- you-” Sakura stuttered, shoving his phone deeper into his front pocket through the fabric of his pants as if he could push it out of existence. He cranked his neck back and found Togame looking down at him, eyebrow raised and deviousness in his eye. It was a challenge, and it made Sakura’s fight or flight instinct kick in. He started to wiggle out of Togame’s arms but the grip around him only got tighter and the fire in his eye only got hotter.
How easy it was to slip back into old ways. Before he knew it, they were wrestling on the living room floor, dangerously close to knocking the tiny, shitty TV off its stand. To Sakura’s credit, he put up a good fight but he couldn't win.
Bracketing Sakura’s arms with his thighs, Togame looked like the cat that got the cream perched on his chest. He reached behind him and groped Sakura’s phone out of his pocket, then opened it to scroll over Sakura’s face.
(Note to self: he had to figure out how to set up a password)
“Gay…. porn….dot com…” His face lit up. “Have you never heard of a private window? I can see your whole search history.” His thumb scrolled wildly. “I’m gonna start from the bottom so I can read it like a story.”
Sakura cringed, remembering the first things he’d chosen to search when let loose – things that couldn’t fail, he’d thought.
“‘Dick in butt’, then ‘dick in boy butt’, then… ‘boobs’? You searched for boobs on gay porn dot com?”
Hot and suddenly clammy, Sakura’s entire face had to be a tomato shade of red. Coca Cola. Bozo’s nose. He stammered like an idiot.
“I just wanted to see…”
“No, you wanted to see ‘em, yeah, I get it,” Togame nodded, scrolling up.
“Then you went ‘big hands’, ‘choking’,” he raised an eyebrow, “‘what is twink’- Sakura, this isn’t google… ‘twink choked big hands’, okay I see the progression here.”
His heated gaze fell down onto Sakura’s face and slid to his neck. It lingered there, then slowly moved back to the screen in his hand. He did… a lot more scrolling. Way too much. So many searches Sakura wished he could pull back from the depths of the internet, all laid bare.
“Oh-” Togame said with another swipe of his thumb, “I didn’t see that you’d left some tabs open – didn’t wanna lose,” he paused, “Tied-Up Twink Ass Ate And Used By Neighbor – Huge Cum Shot, eggplant emoji, sweat drop emoji, tongue out emoji?’”
Wishing for death, Sakura nodded.
The familiar sound poured out of his phone: high pitched whining at an ear-shattering volume competing with the wettest slurping sounds ever heard outside of a ramen shop. He could see it clearly in his mind, the titular twink bound in an elaborate series of knots that made his tiny pecs jut out like tits and kept his arms immobile, tied to the patio furniture. On all fours, his neighbor, a big, hairy oaf of a man, was behind him with his tongue in his ass in a way Sakura didn’t know was an option before his search efforts.
An inhuman growl every few seconds really seemed to rile the twink up, and his response was always something like, “Oh fuck, daddy” or “Yes, daddy” which, while confusing at first, made more sense to Sakura by the end of the seven minute video than it did at the start.
The poor guy sounded like he was being tortured, but in a way he really seemed to (and Sakura thought maybe also sorta he could) enjoy.
The cacophony of fucking continued as Togame moved the phone aside to look down on him with the hungriest look Sakura had ever seen. Panic rose high in his chest.
“We don’t have to do this or any of that stuff! I was just-“
Togame leaned down, voice low. “Oh, I wanna do all of this. I’ve just been trying not to scare you but it seems like maybe I didn’t need to hold back so much, did I?”
Sakura laid frozen. He was probably supposed to say something, confirm or deny, but he couldn’t do anything more than stare. Togame gave him ample time, then tried again.
“Did you see anything you didn’t like?”
“Uh…” Sakura’s voice was shakier than he’d like. Not a ton came to mind. “I think it was called sounding?”
Togame’s eyes went wide and then he laughed.
“We don’t have to do that.” He looked down at Sakura appraisingly. “Do you trust me?”
His eyes glittered with promise, and when Sakura nodded his head yes, they only shined brighter.
In the blink of an eye, Togame was off of his chest and hefting him up over his shoulder.
“Hey! What-”
Sakura kicked his feet and flailed, but the strong grip at his ass did a lot to sedate him, plus the trip across his studio apartment was barely a trip at all. As quickly as he was raised, he fell.
Togame’s bed was tucked into the far corner of the one room apartment beside the sliding doors that led to his tiny balcony. It wasn’t huge but it was comfortable, bouncing Sakura as he landed squarely on his back with a grunt. He scrambled to sit up as soon as Togame’s hands left him, only to find Togame kneeling, ducked to dig beneath the bed.
“What’re ya-” A lot of things were moving beneath him.
“Relax…”
“I just wanna know what you’re…” Sakura trailed off as Togame reemerged holding up a neatly coiled length of rope. “...looking for.”
Heat filled his cheeks. A kind of excitement he wasn’t used to fluttered in his chest. Fear was written on his face, judging by the gentle look that came over Togame’s.
“We don’t have to, and you can say no whenever you want. But we could…”
Sakura reached out and touched the rope offered to him. It was pretty soft, worn, thicker than what they used in the more elaborate video setups he’d seen. The idea of it against his skin, and of Togame putting it there to hold him to his whim, made blood rush to his cock and want boil over in his stomach.
“Okay, yeah, I wanna do it.”
Togame’s dopey smile got wider. He set the rope on the bed beside him and focused back on Sakura, leaning in to kiss him way more sweet than the rope would suggest.
“Okay. Why don’t we just start here, normal,” he said between kisses. His hands wandered at the bottom of Sakura’s white t-shirt as he rose and slid between his legs.
Slowly, Sakura relaxed. Togame had a way of releasing the rubber band wound so tight inside him, big and gentle. When they separated to yank the shirt over Sakura’s head, the kisses got less chaste, then again when Togame’s shirt came off.
The rope soon felt forgotten, but when Togame pulled away to reach for Sakura’s pants, Sakura was yanked back to this world. He was only far enough to make room to speak, hands running over Sakura’s thighs as he looked up at him.
“Let’s get these off and get you on your knees facing the headboard?”
The memory of their plan rushed back in and Sakura felt his cheeks warm all over again. He stared open mouthed and tried to compute, before nodding and getting to work.
The headboard was simple, an iron frame with a couple of cross bars. Sakura walked all the way up to it on his knees before looking back over his shoulder. Togame was shedding his own pants, distractedly tossing them to the floor in favor of making for the bed. There was a noticeable tent in his boxers, and Sakura turned around quickly, embarrassed to be caught looking.
The bed dipped before hot breath landed on his neck and hands – big hands – circled around his waist.
“I’m gonna tie you to it, alright?”
Breathing heavily, Sakura nodded.
Lips mouthed at the skin below his ear before Togame’s low, rumbling voice whispered, “Say ‘yes, Jo’.”
“Yes, Jo.”
“Good,” he purred. Sakura felt it in his cock.
The rope was actually two pieces of rope. Arms wrapped around him, Togame tied each wrist to a corner of the frame with a short lead. The knots weren’t as neat as the ones online but they looked functional.
“Try it,” he said, grabbing Sakura’s wrist and giving it a testing pull in demonstration. “Feel good?”
When Sakura pulled harder, he found the knots were sound, just tight enough to feel oppressive, the lead short enough to keep him hunched over. Panic rose in his chest, but also somehow it was… nice. There was something soothing about the idea that though he was constrained, he was exactly where he was supposed to be.
He nodded, staring down at the rope in awe.
“You look good,” Togame added, planting his lips on the back of Sakura’s neck and kissing a messy trail over the top of his back. Sakura’s arms twitched in surprise, kicking back to grab at him only to find again that he couldn’t go anywhere. He huffed out a breath.
It was odd, Togame wasn’t acting too much different than normal, but there was something so different about the way he kissed him now that he was tied up. The slowness felt teasing. The hum of his lips felt like praise. His gentle nature felt like a taunt to get him to pull at his rope.
“Here’s what I’m thinking…” he trailed off, putting his chin on Sakura’s shoulder.
Maybe it was the way his wandering hands felt hungrier, kneaded harder at the skin of his hip as he talked and dragged blunt nails over his abs.
“You’re gonna stay right here where I tied you up so nicely,” he said, “and I’m gonna get under you and eat you out like the video. Sound good?”
Good was one of the things it sounded like. Luckily, it was one of the loudest.
“Yes, Jo.”
A huff of breath hit Sakura’s ear, then a nip at the lobe. “Good.”
Leaning his palms into the headboard, Sakura bowed his head, hyper aware of the shuffling on the bed behind him and the way it slowly made its way beneath him.
Was he actually ready for this? Was he clean enough? Did Togame care? This was his idea, but, like, did he know what he was signing up for? Did he know what he was doing? Was he going to crush him to death if he sat on him wrong? What if that video was just a performance and he was actually going to find out that it was gross and felt weird and bad and-
“Spread a little more for me.”
A hand wrapped around his thigh, pulling him into place with a powerful tug before he had a chance to walk his knees out. A lot of his questioning poofed into dust when, finally in position, Togame gazed up at him from beneath his legs, dark hair fanned out around his head. His mouth wasn’t visible behind Sakura’s more-than-half chub, but he was clearly smiling.
“Ready?” he said, hands smoothing over Sakura’s thighs that were definitely not shaking before stopping in a comforting hold.
“I… yeah.”
Togame’s eyes flashed dark.
“Sit down, then.”
It was hard to tell how far he had to go, but Sakura slowly started to lower himself. Which of them was responsible for aiming? He had just registered Togame’s hot breath on his balls before the tip of his extended tongue licked over them.
An embarrassing noise of surprise left him, and his hips flicked, keeping him at a distance as Togame’s tongue slid back further than it ever had. When it made it all the way back, even just the tip of his tongue circling his hole had Sakura rising back to his knees with a legitimate yelp that he immediately regretted.
“Oh! I- Uh-” Panting, Sakura averted his eyes when Togame slid back up to read his face. He’d gotten too good at it lately, able to hear his thoughts without having to ask. It made Sakura blush harder than the tongue at his butthole had. “Sorry, I just-”
“Haruka,” his hands tightened back around Sakura’s thighs until their eyes locked again. “Good?” Sakura nodded. “Okay, sit.”
Sakura let the weight of his voice and the pull of his hands yank him down, and Togame slid back down the bed to meet him. Low enough now, the entire flat of his tongue pressed over Sakura’s hole.
Where the tip had been jarring and hard, this was soft and wet, shiver-inducing. It laved over him, up toward his balls and back down, and Sakura suddenly understood the noises that came out of that guy in the video. It flicked against him at his rim clenched tight, and his head tipped back, his mouth fell open, a high sound he’d never made in his life poured out against his will.
Togame took his time kissing and sucking at the skin, slowly pulling Sakura apart. The hands at his thighs only got more commanding, pressing deep dents into the muscle by the time the tip of his tongue started to test its ability to push past the rim.
“Oh my god,” he choked out, and Togame’s hum back vibrated him head to toe. He’d never felt anything like it. “That feels so…”
The hum only got stronger, like a question.
“Good,” Sakura finally finished.
It seemed like Togame was really into it too, swirling his tongue around the entirety of his ass and up over his balls like they were the greatest thing he’d ever tasted. When he finally bullied his way inside, the filter on Sakura’s mouth fell off.
“Wow, mmm yeah, oh,” he babbled.
The further he dipped, the harder it was for Sakura to remain upright, curling at the ribs, muscles clenching in his core and his legs. His hands, tied and useless, could only clutch at the rope and the iron, bound when the urge to thread them into Togame’s hair had never been stronger.
“Ohhh, yes…”
Pleasure seeped into his core, harder and harder to ignore. His brain started to lose reality, mixing the signals, grasping for anything that felt good. The guy in the video…
“How is that so…”
He had to move. The guy in the video had been so wiggly, and Sakura got it now. His hips began to rock against Togame’s face, dropping more of his weight and dragging it hard against Togame’s chin and nose rather than just his mouth. The guy in the video…
“Yeah, Jo, yeah, yeah…”
Togame groaned beneath him at the mention of his name, licking harder, drool starting to run down Sakura’s thigh. Everything felt like it was spinning, faster and faster. His cheek dropped the final distance to rest on the frame. The guy in the video said…
“Yes… daddy.”
The grip on Sakura’s hips was suddenly violently tight accompanied by a noise that could only be described as feral, like an animal here to eat him alive. With it, the motion doubled down, the sloppy, clicking sounds of his tongue flicking and pressing into him audible over the noises Sakura couldn’t help letting escape from his chest.
Every knob felt like it was set to max, and at Togame’s mercy, he had no say in any of it. He’d never felt so out of control, so mindlessly turned on without worry or shame.
And he liked it.
His eyes cracked open just enough to watch his orgasm run through him. His cock, still untouched, kicked in the air and tossed rope after rope of cum up over the sheets. He shouted through it, embarrassing stuff that put that twink to shame, but he couldn’t care enough to filter any of it because he felt so good that he might actually be dying. The end of it dribbled down into Togame’s hair and forehead, pearly white on black that he’d normally feel bad about but suddenly took a sick kind of pleasure in.
“Oh, wow,” he said dumbly in response, and Togame’s hum made him tense and flutter in overstimulation. The concerning quiver in his thighs had spread to the rest of him, sweating and huffing, unable to move otherwise while the high began to fade.
Still bent over, Sakura vaguely registered the movement below him as Togame slid away, then was suddenly on top of him again. Where his kisses had been gentle before, now they were consuming, sloppy with teeth in his flesh. His cock ground hard against Sakura’s ass while he worked.
“God, you’re perfect. Did you like that?” he groaned out, lips smacking wet against Sakura’s neck. “Can I keep going?”
More…
Sakura could still feel his tongue in his ass, phantom vibrations of where he just was, and his cock hung flagging and tired, but if anything, he was more worked up than he’d ever been in his life. All the things he’d seen and thought about since wading into the internet were swirling in his brain and when he tried, he couldn’t focus on just one; he wanted them all.
“I…” Sakura started, brain finally zeroing in on the things Togame had said back in the cafe… Public… To their right, the glass doors let in the afternoon sun. “Yeah, b-but on the balcony.”
Togame froze. “On the balcony?” he said in disbelief. Then again, voice oozing, “you want me to fuck you on the balcony?”
“Yeah,” Sakura barely breathed out.
It took less time for Togame’s fingers to work over the knots in reverse, but it still felt like an eternity. Maybe two. The moment both hands were freed, he was spinning Sakura around and tugging him toward the door by the bicep.
The balcony was small, overlooking the open field and distant woods behind Togame’s apartment building. It wasn’t the background that made it an obvious risk, but the neighboring apartments. The only thing that separated him from his neighbors on either side was a few cast iron bars and a little empty space.
Mrs. Yamamoto was a perfectly nice, elderly woman with a heart condition. Mr. Okawa didn’t like them to begin with for reasons Sakura thought deserved a swift kick to the jaw. This was irresponsible on so many levels, which was the exact reason neither of them could get the other outside fast enough.
Their neighbors’ would-be views became even clearer when Togame tugged the drying laundry off the railing and dumped it on the concrete floor, then pushed Sakura down onto it. Still tied to his wrists, the rope whipped around him as his hands rushed over his head. Togame’s gaze narrowed in, and he leaned in to tie the ends to the closest bar. His muscles flexed as he tested it with a mighty pull that put the integrity of the railing to the test and sent a fresh wave of want through Sakura’s body.
Thankfully, his next priority was taking off his underwear.
Settled back on his knees, his cock hung hard and ready. Something in Sakura moved before he knew it himself, his leg rising to bring his foot to Togame’s face. The weakness that flashed over him was delicious.
“Are you giving this to me?” he asked, taking hold of Sakura’s ankle with a shark smile. “You’re tryin’ to kill me?”
A sly smile spread across Sakura’s face. It seemed to be the right answer; Togame’s eyelids fell low as he pulled Sakura close enough to draw his flat tongue from the heel to the ball of his foot. It tickled, soft and wet, and it didn’t feel directly pleasurable in the way it felt to be touched in other places, but the look of drunken satisfaction alone on Togame’s face pulled a gasp deep from his chest.
Togame was almost too infatuated to notice, a smile pulling back at the corner of his mouth as he yanked the other leg up to do the same until both feet were sufficiently slobbered on.
The sound he made with his cock sandwiched between Sakura’s very average soles charred Sakura’s brain beyond recognizability. It was, somehow, the hottest thing Sakura had ever seen – how Togame’s brow furrowed with how badly he wanted it. It only got worse when he started thrusting into the tight grasp of them, when drool fell down from his mouth to make the slide faster and messier, each time his toes made another trip over the ridge at the head of his cock.
Maybe feet were Sakura’s thing too.
“Is this making you hard again already?” Togame panted out, hair swept sideways in the wind. Sakura’s cum was dry and flaking on his forehead below.
Looking down, Sakura realized it was true – his cock was already starting to fill back in, shifting against his stomach with every thrust of Togame’s hips into the tunnel he’d made for himself.
“Yeah.”
“Perfect feet,” Togame muttered, gaze falling back down to watch the in and out.
He continued, pulling Sakura down with him into the pit of arousal, until suddenly he dropped his ankles with a heavy sigh.
“If I keep doing that, I’m not gonna make it here,” he said, reaching down to press two fingers against Sakura’s hole. They slid in with little resistance, though it sent a violent shock up Sakura’s spine. Bending down over him, he curled his fingers further until Sakura’s vision went hazy. “And I really wanna make it.”
Nodding his head against the jinbei-covered concrete, Sakura’s nose brushed against Togame’s. His neck cranked back when Togame slid a third finger inside. Both groaned. It wasn’t enough, he wanted the real thing.
“Give it to me,” Sakura said, throat so tight it came out a whine. “I can-”
“Who?” Togame smiled down, not kind or gentle. So smug, so-
“Daddy- give it to me, daddy.”
A little clumsy with speed, Togame shuffled forward, lined himself up, and pushed the head of his spit-coated cock past Sakura’s entrance. It popped in with care, more than Sakura really wanted; he needed it deep and fast, recklessly so. But no, his sweet boyfriend was still in there under the domineering grin. Their hips had only just met when Sakura heard himself say, “more, harder.”
The laugh he received in response was deep and sexy, a little cruel in a way Togame hadn’t been since their Ori fight long ago. Back then, it had been infuriating. Now it was just unbelievably hot. Put that on gayypron.net.
“You think you’re an expert now?” he teased, pulling his hips back to drive them home again. The stretch made Sakura dizzy. “One day on the internet and you think you’re a porn star?”
“No, I don’t-” The next thrust stole his breath again, soon followed by another, and another as he got his wish.
“If I’d’ve known you were gonna want it this bad, I would have thrown you into this a long time ago.”
“You should’ve,” Sakura babbled far too loud. Eyes wide, Togame shushed him.
Right, they were outside. He was getting fucked outside. Tied to a railing. Moaning just like the twink in the video, more and more every second. Anyone could catch them if they were in the right place at the right time – hear them or see them, maybe they’d even get off on it themselves. He was suddenly aware of it all, and would probably be mortified later to remember that the longer it went on, the more it was a plus than a drawback.
Didn’t matter now – problem for later.
Eventually, Togame’s big hand came up to cover his mouth and jaw, his nose ducking down into the side of Sakura’s neck to muffle his own moan. He let Sakura breathe, though barely at times. It felt so good to hand even his breathing over to him that it turned Sakura’s volume up another three notches when he could fill his lungs. He tried to quiet down, but was starting not to hear the noises he was making through the cotton in his brain.
“Need you to come for daddy,” Togame said. His voice was strained when his hand tentatively left Sakura’s mouth to snake down between them and take Sakura’s cock in his hand. His wrist started working twice as fast as his hips, neither at a reliably steady pace. “Can you do that for me, baby?”
There was a lot less chance that he wasn’t going to – immediately. Sakura’s arms pulled tight against the rope and the rubber band inside him pulled taut with need. His eyes closed tight, overwhelmed by the dry slide of his cock in Togame’s grasp.
“Yeah. Yeah yeaah yeah yeah…” His voice began to get away from him again, affirmation sliding into a whining shout probably heard several prefectures over.
Sakura’s second orgasm hit Togame’s chest and abs first, then dribbled out over his fingers onto Sakura’s own stomach. He writhed against his ties and the hulk of Togame’s body over him, ultimately unable to do anything but take what he was given and no less.
At some point mid-bliss, Togame had bit into Sakura’s shoulder. Now his words were muffled as he grew frantic.
“Oh, fuck-”
Scurrying backward onto his knees, he pulled out just in time to jerk himself off onto Sakura’s stomach. His jaw hung low as he painted him white to match Sakura’s cum glittering in the sun across his own abs. “Ohhhh, baby,” he breathed out as the last drops fell.
For a moment, they sat stunned, just the birds and their heavy breaths filling their ears. A characteristic dopey smile had just spread back across Togame’s face when, from the right, the sound of a sliding glass door rang out. For Sakura, everything went dark as a towel was pulled over much of his upper half.
“Togame?”
“Yes, uh, it’s me. Hello!” Togame shrank down and was continuing to pull towels over their entwined lower halves but, for some reason, didn’t sound as nervous as he should’ve. Good thing Sakura was panicking enough for both of them.
“I’m sorry,” Mrs. Yamamoto called out. “I don’t seem to know where my glasses are today – it could be anyone over there, I can’t see a thing!”
Togame chuckled. “Would you like me to come over and help look for them?”
“Now, isn’t that kind... Yes! Come over, I’ll put on some tea.”
“Okay, we’ll be over in a few minutes.”
“Oh, is Sakura there? Hello Sakura!”
With his arms still tied to the railing, Togame had to pull the towel back to expose his face for Sakura to say, “Hi.. Mrs. Yamamoto,” loud enough for her to hear it.
“Such good boys you are… See you soon!” The door opened and closed again.
Sakura’s blood pressure had reached a new all time high in recorded human history, and all Togame could do was give him that dopey smile he hated to love so much. He bent down to deliver a searing kiss.
“That was so close, this is all your fault,” Sakura pouted when he pulled away. The shark smile returned above him.
“Let’s do it on the balcony, daddy,” Togame said with a mocking lilt that definitely sounded nothing like how it had originally been said. Sakura flushed hot anyway.
“Untie my hands right now, I’m gonna kick your ass.”