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Shuriken let out a strangled sob as Coil sunk down all the way once again. Raw panic shot through him, and as Coil giggled, he clamped his hands over his mouth. Coils rubbery insides squeezed his dick like a vice.
“Easy,” Coil, that fucking minx purred. “Don't wanna alert anyone, right?”
From his spot on the ground, Shuriken saw his smug expression clear as day. Coil leaned down, pressing a tender kiss against his neck.
“Ah- mm!” Shuriken whimpered when Coil began to tenderly suck on the skin, surely leaving marks. One of Coils' fangs touched the area he knew to be his jugular.
“Silver~ shadow~” Coil purred, then bit down. Shuriken let out a ragged squeak. A quiet, pathetic sort of noise, that leaked from his mouth despite his brain yelling at him to stay quiet, lest anyone passerby look up and see them sitting up there, entangled on a rooftop in the darkness.
Coil separated himself from Shurikens neck, then flashed his white teeth in a unmistakably feral grin, the pink of his tongue peeking out from his pretty lips. The sight of his own blood on Coils tongue made his traitorous body heat up and his head spin. He bit back another whimper.
As if hearing his thoughts, Coil kissed him. Shuriken tasted the irony tang of his own blood on Coils tongue, and then groaned. “You're so easy. It's cute.” Coil crooned, sickeningly sweet.
“F-Fuck you.” Shuriken rasped. His hands gripped Coils' waist, instinctively rubbing circles. “You came into m-me first. You - fuck, ah- rubbed yourself against me like a bitch in heat.” His voice sounded absolutely wrecked.
Coil smirked.
“And you're sitting there and taking it, so who's really the bitch here?” As emphasis, Coil used his hips to move himself up, and then brought his hips back down full force. When Coil began to move again, all of Shuriken's brainpower went to the sensation of warmth around his throbbing, aching cock. “You're my bitch, aint’cha?”
“Shut-!” Shuriken almost yelled, but caught himself. He clamped his jaw shut tight, desperate to not even so much as whimper. He couldn't give Coil the satisfaction, and he especially couldn't afford to get caught.
“Haaah.." Coil giggled. "That's right. Better stay quiet. What would everyone say if they caught the great Silver Shadow squirming under me like - hah, fuck- like a moaning little bitch? Hmm?”
Shuriken whimpered. His hips thrust up to meet Coils in pathetic, shallow thrusts.
“Come on, baby. Make some noise. I know you wanna.”
Shuriken shook his head frantically. He wouldn't dare moan or cry like he wanted, couldn't give Coil the satisfaction. Coil's hands moved up Shuriken's chest as his nose curled up in a sneer. Coils hips rolled faster, meeting Shuriken's pelvis each time with a lewd squelch.
“Don't- mm- believe you.” Coil breathed. “You're twitchin’ inside me like - ngh- crazy. And you're saying you don't like it?”
“Fuck off-!” Shuriken's words tapered off into a strangled squeal as Coil grabbed his throat- nor squeezing right enough to take his breath, but just enough for Shuriken to feel his fingers pressing against his windpipe.
It, expectedly, because his life obviously couldn't get any more embarrassing, did something for him, as he whimpered loudly.
“Sitting underneath me, letting me use you -” Coils nails dug into his shoulders. “Taking it like a good little bitch.”
“I- I'm not-” He breathed.
“Who's the one being used, huh? In public, no bet. You talk so much shit, but you're - ngh- just a mutt.”
Shuriken would've called Coils choice of phrasing ironic, had the ability to think been something he was capable of. But to be honest, all higher cognitive functions currently took second place importance behind his dick.
“Fucked stupid.” Coil moaned. “By -ngh- just a little bit of p-pussy…oh~!”
Shuriken bit his lip so hard it bled, pathetic, whiny moans escaping him despite his best efforts.
He felt like he was going insane. He knew he had to stay quiet, couldn't risk getting caught, but at the same time, this just felt too fucking good. And Coil clearly knew what he was doing, that goddamn bastard, rocking his hips like that, whispering degrading things that made his mind go perfectly fuzzy-
Shuriken was going insane. He must be.
He had to resist, whether it be pushing back his own orgasm to prove a point, or be staying as quiet as a mouse (he'd already failed). If he was a stronger man, he'd pin Coil over and show him who was boss. But a part of him- a smaller, shameful voice in the back of his head, told him the opposite.
“You're getting off on this.” Coil slurred with a whine as he slammed his hips down again with a wet thump. “Just a good little sex toy, all f’me.”
Shuriken almost sobbed. His dick was throbbing. He'd been painfully hard for what felt like hours, and he was so close to cumming that it hurt. He didn't register the noises he was making, only that they sounded strangled, and inhuman, not like something he'd ordinarily be able to produce.
And then Coil stopped moving.
“Wha..?” Shuriken's hips jerked up in weak, shallow thrusts, but Coil rooted himself to the ground.
“What's wrong? Cat got yer tongue?” Shuriken's dick, still inside Coil, twitched needily. When Shuriken tried to grab Coils hips, to have him move again, Coil grabbed both his hands with just one and held them down. In his fucked-out state, Coil manhandled him still with ease.
“I-” He opened and then shut his mouth, feeling like a fish out of water. “Why'd you - why'd you stop? I was so close!”
“Got tired, sorry.” Bullshit. Shuriken knew his workout routine. He was absolutely certain that Coil could pull himself up a mountain with one hand. Who was this, then? Some alien who'd taken his place? He almost said just that, but he spotted the corner of Coils lips curved up in the faintest inkling of a smirk.
“A-ah….” He squeaked. “But, i-!”
“Oops. Sorgy.” Coil shrugged, a bead of sweat rolling down his face.
“That's just too bad.” Coil said, sickeningly sweet. “Well… You still could, but I don't wanna do the work. I guess that means you'd have to do the hard part, but I bet you don't wanna, since you apparently hate this. Sorry, Shuri. Themes and such.”
Silence.
Coils eyes narrowed. “Well?”
A pathetic little whine left Shuriken's mouth. Hardly a even a whimper, sounding more like something a mouse would make before getting its neck snapped by a trap. Coil tsked. “Not an answer.”
“P-please…..” Shuriken whimpered. “I- I can't…” his voice trailed off.
“What's that?" Coil grinned, all smugness, like the cat who'd just got the mouse. “I can't hear you~!”
Shuriken inhaled, sharply. And then, before he could really think (as if he was currently able to such), began to speak;
“Please! Please please please please plea-se-!” Shuriken allowed his mind to shatter into a million pieces, voice breaking into pathetic, whiny sobs. “I- hhck! I gotta cum, please -!!”
“Hmm?” Coils tone had a teasing bite to it. He'd tease Shuriken later for sure. “You're begging now? Hah! I knew that you were pathetic!”
Shuriken didn't process his harsh words. Coil began to move his hips in small, shallow circles, and that was all Shuriken cared about. He whined like a dog.
“Good job, pup!” Shuriken's mind felt fuzzy. “Are you ready to stop bitching yet? Give up and accept that you're just a good ‘lil doggy for me? Hmm?”
“Ah- hah-!” Shuriken's eyes rolled up to the back of his skull. He could only moan in response, hoping Coil would show him some mercy.
“I knew that I trained you well, mindless little mutt." Coil rolled his eyes, wiggling his hips. "Well, mutt? You ready to finally be a good little bitch?”
“Yes! Yes! Fuck!” One more second without stimulation, and Shuriken was certain he'd combust.
At that, Coil grinned.
The hellhound grabbed Shuriken by the armpits on each side, and then flipped them over so that Shuriken was on top. Coils thighs, locked around his waist in a vicelike grip, spurred him on.
“Go on, pup.”
Shuriken didn't wait this time. He plunged his hips into his warm, gooey insides, moaning in utter delight.
“Hmmf-! Hah, I - Coil-!” Shuriken babbled.
“Fuck, haah. That's a good mutt.” Coil sighed. “Hmmf-! So good, fuuuck…!”
“I fffuuuuucking ha-te you-!” Shuriken babbled.
“Hah- oh yeah?" Coil whimpered as he spread his legs wider.
Shuriken nodded. He, panting like an animal, looked down at Coil.
Coil had teased him, bullied him with his words relentlessly, turned him into a horny beast, and still thought he was above him.
No matter what Shuriken did, he just couldn't figure the guy out. He felt like he was no closer to solving him. Even now, he was probably dancing along to his every whim like a puppet on a string, because Coil was just like that.
Shuriken looked at Coil, the man, the beast, the minx, and then buried his face into his shoulder, thrusting impossibly faster. He held onto Coil as he quivered and whined, and let Coil use him like the mutt he'd turned him into.
“‘Want you, mmf, so bad -!” He gasped. Shuriken
It felt so, so good. Coil was being so good, all for him. He drooled into Coils shoulder, grabbing his back to steady himself as he pounded him faster.
“Ngh, fuck, Coil, please-” He babbled.
“What's wrong, mutt? Getting tired?” Coil teased.
He felt a rising sensation in his gut. The edge he'd been chasing this time was finally within reach, and all Shuriken needed to do was grasp it to finally hurl himself off.
Shuriken cried out again, holding onto Coil tighter, squeezing him like a teddy bear as his thrusts became messier, more desperate. “I'm gonna cum, fuck, shit, Co-il, mmff, please, I'm-!!”
He wasn't sure what he was begging for, exactly. Coil seemed to know. The hellhound let out a noise that was half a giggle, half a whimper, and grabbed his chin. “I'm close too. Cmon, mutt. Knock- haaah-!- knock me - mmf- up-!”
Shuriken shivered as he felt his entire body tense up. To silence himself, he dug his teeth into the meat of Coils shoulder. The effect made Coil tense up as he began to violently orgasm as well. Shuriken whimpered, his dick twitching as he pumped inside of Coil.
“H-ahhh..” Coil shivered as Shuriken withdrew his teeth. His fingers went up to gingerly touch his neck, wincing when they came away bloody. He pulled out, earning a tired whimper from the hellhound.
“Sorry.” Shuriken coughed. He sure did hope Coil wouldn't get mad at him for mauling him like that.
“Don't be. I scratched the shit outta your back, it's only fair.” Coil reached for his pants, and Shuriken silently handed it to him.
Coil looked at him, then, and Shuriken wanted to say something more, but couldn't think of what. It was silent for a few more moments, Shuriken pulling the rest of his gear back on, then leaning against the metal fence of the rooftop.
“You serious about hating me?”
Shuriken looked over. Coil had finished pulling his pants back on, and now he was looking over at him.
“Yep.” Shuriken paused. "You're…annoying.”
“You have a funny way of showing it.” Coil leaned against his shoulder. He thought about shoving him off, but it felt.. wrong, in a way. “You must have a real funny bone.”
“What can I say? Life's a show.” Coil was far more bearable when he was tired out, but still annoying.
“Good job, ‘pup’” Coil crooned, then kissed him on the cheek. Shuriken suddenly felt the urge to flick him on the forehead, or perhaps strangle him, but denied to do either. Shuriken had already thought of how to get him back.
Next time, for sure.