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shoexchangeSho had to ditch his shirt and zip up his jacket that early morning, and instead of the usual I look forward to Saturday as a parting message from Jun, he received something that felt more personal.
Have a safe trip to Gunma.
That Saturday, after his parents had picked him up and they’d run out of things to ask Sho, Sho scrolled through his LINE messages with Jun to have something to do.
Which was a bad idea, because it made him wish he’d be in Toshima tonight. He’d probably enjoy the warm kotatsu and sleeping with his kaimaki on for tonight, but he’d gotten accustomed to spending Saturday nights with Jun.
Usually, by this time, Jun would be sending him reminders about their scheduled meetup and ask him about his day so far. Sho would ramble about the coffee machine and the Arabica beans that were too bitter for his liking, and sometimes he’d sent photos to Jun to give him a better picture.
Today, he held his phone in a mixture of expectation and disappointment. He didn’t know what to make of it.
To pass the time, Sho took photos of his hands and sent them in the thread without any captions. He recently trimmed his nails, but he was yet to completely do away with the habit of biting them when he got nervous. Every time he’d almost do it, though, he’d remember Jun.
His phone vibrated in his hands, and he hurriedly scrolled down to the bottom of the thread when the notification indicated that he had a new one.
It’s cloudy today, was Jun’s message, but there was a Read notification beside the photos Sho had sent.
Not in Gunma, was Sho’s reply.
You’re there already?
Close. When I get there, do you want any souvenirs?
Jun sent him a sticker of a cat smiling.
Sho didn’t know what to make of it. Is that a yes?
It means do whatever you feel like doing.
That made Sho frown. It’s Saturday today.
Jun remained silent for a good two minutes, and Sho decided he couldn’t wait anymore so he typed another message: What do you want me to do?
Wasn’t that their agreement? That on Saturdays, he was Jun’s. For Sho, regardless of whether they had an agreed scenario or not, that rule was absolute on Saturdays. He could type cilantro any moment he wanted to back out, but it was the furthest thing from his mind.
Jun’s response came a minute later: Tell me your schedule for today.
And Sho did, outlining every hour he would be spending with his relatives. He was expected to attend a family dinner at eight, and he estimated that would last until ten in the night; the children would have to be sent to bed.
He had to wait for a few minutes for Jun’s response, but when he got it, it was difficult to suppress a smile.
I’ll call you at 10:30 tonight. FaceTime.
Just to annoy Jun a bit, Sho sent the same cat sticker from earlier.
Sho, was the only reply he received, sent with the proper punctuation. He interpreted it as Jun getting impatient.
10:30, Sho keyed in, got it.
Sho and his parents arrived in Gunma close to noon, and he was automatically sent away to run errands after greeting and mingling with his relatives for a short while. It kept him occupied, barely able to check his phone. He then had to babysit the kids of his cousins, taking selfies with them as they put on funny faces.
By the time the family dinner happened, Sho was sufficiently exhausted. A glass of cold beer served as his reward for today’s hard work, coupled with hilarious stories and anecdotes of lives that were far from the capital.
10 PM that night had Sho retiring to the room his cousins had recently cleared for him. It was an old stock room, cramped and stuffed with boxes that had been shoved against the walls to have a space on the tatami that was sufficient enough to have one futon.
Sho accepted his new quarters graciously anyway, since they also had his beloved kaimaki all ready for him, waiting by the time Sho had finished brushing up and changing into his pajamas.
At exactly 10:30, his phone rang, the kanji for Jun’s full name as the caller ID.
“Hello,” Sho greeted the moment he accepted the call.
On the other side, he saw Jun with a glass of wine, his phone perfectly capturing the view from the chest up. Sho assumed Jun was using a phone stand, and from the view behind him, Jun appeared to be in his dining room.
“Hello. You have your own room in Gunma?” Jun asked.
Sho checked the view he had in the tiny screen at the corner. He was in bed, lying on his side, and behind him were stacks of boxes containing who knows what.
He adjusted a bit, trying to get comfortable. “They cleared a small room for me.” It was beginning to get cold, so he pulled the kaimaki up to his chin.
“Is that a blanket?” Jun asked with a frown.
“It’s a kaimaki,” Sho answered with a smile, lifting the material for emphasis.
“I thought it had a different design than most blankets,” Jun said. “No wonder. Why do you have one?”
Sho looked away in embarrassment. “I can’t sleep without one.”
He only turned back to his phone when he heard Jun laugh. It sounded a bit distorted through the call, and Sho wished he was in Toshima right now so he could hear it in person. “Do you wear it traditionally, then?”
“I have it on my lap, usually,” Sho explained.
“Usually?”
“Well, it’s a bit cold right now.”
“Is it?” Jun asked, and there was an unmistakable shift in his tone.
Sho looked around despite knowing he was alone in this corner of the house. His parents had the upstairs bedroom, and his siblings were sharing with their cousins. He was alone, but it wasn’t exactly private. Anyone could walk down the corridor for a glass of water and hear him should he make too much noises.
When he faced his phone once more, Jun had a grin behind his wine glass. “Done panicking?”
“I don’t panic,” Sho retorted immediately.
“You do when there’s a chance of us getting caught,” Jun pointed out, taking a sip of his wine. “Now tell me, is there?”
“Yes,” Sho said quietly. “The corridor outside also leads to the kitchen.”
“Excellent,” Jun said, and Sho’s breath got caught in his throat. “Show me your futon.”
Sho did, but he had to sit up to be able to capture his surroundings and accommodations. He lay back, the kaimaki now only rising up to his navel.
“I like your polka-dotted pajamas,” Jun told him.
“Thank you,” Sho said, fighting the urge to blush. He still had the tiny lamp overhead on, and he was suspecting he wouldn’t be able to turn it off soon.
“I like them, but now I want them off,” Jun said, and Sho nearly dropped his phone.
Sho situated the phone on top of a box, having it lean against a corner so it’d be inclined. The angle wasn’t perfect, but it should be enough: Jun could see him on the futon and he could hear what Jun had to say.
He didn’t miss Jun’s smile as Jun set down his glass of wine on the table. “Start unbuttoning from the bottom. Show me. Go slowly.”
Sho did, fingers fumbling a bit as he attempted to regulate his breathing. He shivered when cool air touched his skin but kept at it, until he had his pajama top completely opened.
“Have you been working out in the past two weeks?” Jun asked, his tone now curious.
Sho nodded. “But I gain muscle quickly, so I only work out moderately.”
“Scoot up a bit,” Jun ordered, his fingers beckoning Sho as if Sho was right with him. “I want to see the mark on your bellybutton.”
Sho obeyed, moving to sit up and straightening his back against one of the boxes. He had to readjust the phone again, and now he was farther from it so he had to up the volume a bit.
“Someday you should put back that piercing and show me,” Jun said.
“I tried once but it hurt,” Sho admitted.
Jun laughed. “Oh you’re such a baby sometimes.” Jun took another sip of his wine before he continued, “Bare your left shoulder. Don’t remove the top, but I want to see your shoulder.”
Sho only had to shrug said shoulder for the material to fall off it—the advantage of having sloping shoulders that he’d never considered before.
For a couple of moments, there was nothing but silence. Jun was simply looking at him, drinking his wine every now and then, and Sho felt like a specimen under careful scrutiny. He tried to fight the flush that crept up his form, but the longer Jun stared at him without saying anything, the harder it had been to do so.
“Are you blushing?” Jun asked. “It’s hard to tell with just a camera phone.”
“Yes.”
Jun leaned forward, his face now closer to the camera. “Oh you’re so red. Why are you so red? Are you embarrassed?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
It reminded Sho of their first meeting, back when Jun had been hidden under a fedora that he hadn’t removed until he’d had his fill of taking in Sho’s appearance.
“Because you’re staring,” Sho said almost breathlessly.
“I don’t like repeating myself,” Jun said, voice stern and making Sho flinch a bit. “I told you once that I like what I’m seeing. Do not ask me to say that again; it remains true every time I look at you.”
Sho had to bite his lip as he heard that—the unadulterated praise sent warmth all over his body and made him tremble.
“Touch your nipples,” Jun said, and Sho opened his eyes to find Jun leaning back on his seat. “Start with the right, then the left. Touch them as you think I would if I were there with you.”
Sho hissed the moment his fingertips made contact with his pert nipples, his back arching as he began running the backs of his fingers over them. The idea of Jun seeing this, Jun watching him, made his blood boil and turn south, his cock responding to his stimulations.
“What are you thinking of? Tell me,” Jun said, his voice cracking due to the connection.
“Your ring,” Sho admitted, imagining the studded silver, the one Jun had on his middle finger frequently.
“What about my ring?”
“It’d be cold.” Sho hissed again, envisioning the studs running over his sensitive nipples. “It’d be cold against my skin, so—”
“So?”
Sho welded his eyes shut, his thighs coming together as he tried to keep quiet. “So I’d like to warm it in my mouth.”
He imagined sucking Jun’s fingers up to the knuckle, Jun using his saliva to make his touch warmer and eventually turn cooler. He thought of Jun’s hands on his body, touching him when he couldn’t touch himself because with Jun, it was next to impossible that his hands weren’t cuffed or tied where he couldn’t use them.
“Are you hard?” Jun asked, and it sounded clipped.
Sho only nodded.
“Show me. Shove your pajama bottoms down to your thighs and show me.”
Sho pushed the garter of his pajamas down, lifting his hips to have them around his thighs. He usually didn’t wear his boxers under his pajamas or sweats, and he arched a bit when the air from his surroundings made contact with his sensitive skin.
His cock was leaking precome, thick and curved over his abdomen, and perfectly within Jun’s view.
“Do you want to touch yourself?”
Sho’s cock twitched at the question. “Yes.”
“And if I tell you to stop, what will you do?”
“I’ll stop,” Sho answered instantaneously. He looked at his phone and found Jun watching him, the wine glass pushed aside and untouched.
Jun cast aside his precious wine for Sho, and Sho was determined to make this good for Jun.
“Please Matsumoto-san,” Sho began shakily, and he caught Jun’s eyes widening. “Please let me.”
“You will stop when I tell you,” Jun said, voice firm, and Sho nodded. “Lick your palm and begin.”
Sho obeyed, and the first touch of his slick palm around his cock had him gasping. He tried to set a steady pace, but it was becoming more difficult to keep it slow and quiet as his cock responded to his own touches.
“Please,” Sho found himself muttering in the middle of his strokes, “please.”
Jun’s voice cut through the haze, and Sho moaned. “Please what?”
“Please say something,” he requested helplessly, shivering as his entire body reacted. He only needed Jun’s voice and he’d overcome the hurdle that was him masturbating on camera for the first time.
“You are so desperate for it,” Jun husked, his voice so low. “Look at you. So hungry for it. Touching yourself while thinking of me, knowing I can see you, hear you. Determined to put on a show.”
Sho reddened all over, hips lifting to meet his fist. He had to bite onto the back of his hand to muffle his noises as he got closer. “Jun. Jun, please.”
“Are you close?” Jun’s voice was deep, almost a groan.
“Yes. Yes, Jun.”
“Stop.”
Sho was certain he’d have indentations of his teeth on the back of his hand as he bit down hard. He kept his hand wrapped around the base of his cock to prevent blood to flow, and he shivered, thighs tingling because of the impending orgasm cut short.
He sagged against the stack of boxes, not minding their pointed edges digging into his back as he attempted to catch his breath. He was panting like he’d run a mile, sweating like he was in a sauna instead of in a room in Gunma.
“Good boy,” Jun said, piercing through the haze.
Sho whimpered, his cock twitching in his grip.
“Good boy,” Jun repeated. “You’re only going to come when you’re with me, do you understand?”
Sho managed a nod, planting his heels on the futon so his legs would stop shaking. His cock was still fully hard, still curving up his stomach, swollen and thick in his hold.
“I can’t hear you,” Jun told him. When Sho checked, he saw Jun looking at his cock and at the fierce way he was gripping it so he wouldn’t come.
“I understand,” Sho uttered breathlessly.
“Good. Clean up, then. Don’t go to bed sticky and sweaty. I’ll wait.” Jun now reached for his wine, drinking the rest of it.
It took Sho a while, but he got himself to move, pushing away thoughts of Jun and his orgasm to the back of his mind. The nearest bathroom was only a few paces away from Sho’s room, and he washed up as instructed, tucking his now-half-hard cock back into his pajamas before padding back to his room.
Jun was still on the line as promised.
“Show me your face,” Jun said, and Sho picked up the phone as he settled himself under the covers. He felt so exhausted, but also content for reasons he couldn’t name.
“You are still so red,” Jun said, and he sounded amused. “Touch your lips for me.”
Sho ran the fingers of his other hand over his mouth, lingering on his bottom lip. His ministrations were getting slower as he got drowsier, and soon he was barely able to keep his eyes open.
“Don’t cut the line,” Jun said softly. “You can go to sleep. But don’t cut it.”
Sho let his phone lean against another box, his face already half-buried under his kaimaki.
“Good night,” he said groggily, eyes sliding shut.
Whether Jun returned it or not, he didn’t know.
--
Sho woke at six in the morning because his parents wanted to leave as early as possible. He checked his phone and saw that his call log with Jun lasted for two hours and thirty-seven minutes.
Which meant that Jun had ended the call at 1:17 AM of that Sunday.
He opened their LINE thread because it had one notification from him, and he was surprised to find a voice message from Jun.
Sho pulled up the kaimaki to cover his entire body before he played it.
“Good night, Sho-san.”
Sho pressed the phone close to his face, unable to describe what he was feeling. He felt like a teenager, his gut doing somersaults at hearing Jun’s voice first thing in the morning. A part of him wanted to consider that possibility, that idea of having Jun’s voice wake him up the morning after, and he had to let out a breath to steel himself.
He was certain Jun was still asleep at this hour, but before Sho could get ready to return to Tokyo, he knew he had to type up a message.
I have a request to make.
He sent it and started making his futon, folding it appropriately before heading to the bathroom to start his day. He was in the middle of rinsing his hair when he heard his mother call for him to hurry up, and that resulted to Sho speeding through the rest of his bath, hastily scrubbing his arms and legs.
He was only able to check his phone once he was in the car and they were out on the road, and finding no messages, texts, or emails that demanded his attention, he napped through the rest of the trip in the backseat.
Sho was back at home and sifting through his bills when his phone vibrated with a LINE message.
Jun.
What is it? was the reply, and Sho wasted no time in typing back a response.
We’re nearing six months since we started this. According to Sho’s calculations, the Saturday of this week would mark the sixth month since they’d began this arrangement.
I am aware.
Sho exhaled, squaring his shoulders. Won’t we make it special? He didn’t mean to sound so hopeful, but with almost six months of having Jun in charge of him...surely it had to mean something.
Getting impatient now?
Sho sent a dog sticker jumping around in place.
Funnily enough, Jun’s next message read, I’ve already made plans for next Saturday.
No sudden parties or cancellations? Sho joked.
You’re not returning to Gunma, are you?
Sho sent a sticker of a dog shaking its head.
Good. Wait for my email then.
Sho allowed the Read notification express his agreement, but he was surprised when his phone vibrated with another message.
And Sho-san?
Yes?
You snore like a bear.
Jun sent a bear sticker after that, one that was laughing on the ground.
Sho buried his face in his hands, embarrassed. I’m sorry about that.
I was wondering why you had your own room and finally had the answer when I watched you sleep. I should have recorded it.
Sho groaned. I’m really embarrassed right now.
Jun sent a laughing emoji. Not to worry. No matter how loud you were, it’ll be our little secret.
Sho focused on the last word of Jun’s message, and he had to shush the thoughts in his head. Secret. Was that their status for each other? Sho’s Saturday secret, Jun’s Saturday secret? It made Sho feel uncomfortable, so he only tapped on a noncommittal cat sticker for a response.
Work hard today, was Jun’s next message, something Sho didn’t see fit to reply to.
He had to ignore the questions formulating in his head regarding their arrangement. They’d been clear and honest from the beginning—Jun with his expectations, Sho with his. Jun had given his rules, and Sho had given his agreement. They’d negotiated, compromised, and discussed, each of their moves done with consent.
Sho was contented with that setup. Or at least he thought he was.
So why did he find himself wishing for more?
--
The email Sho had received for that week contained the same basic rule as its predecessors: he was not to kiss Jun unless Jun ordered him to or initiated it. The change this time was that he was permitted in Jun’s bedroom, but only after Jun gave him a gift.
The gift part was what made Sho wait for Saturday in anticipation. Was it a new gag, recently purchased just for Sho? Or did Jun finally decide to use fuzzy handcuffs on him instead of the padded leather that Sho often wore? Was it a bullet vibrator or a set of anal beads? A shiny cock ring?
It could be anything.
But Jun had indicated that it was a present to commemorate the Saturday that marked the sixth month of their arrangement. Had it been any other kind of relationship, the length of time they’d spent with each other would have indicated stability.
Sho viewed his arrangement with Jun as a professional relationship that existed only at the end of the week. But he wasn’t that oblivious; Jun had a particular effect on him that he wasn’t ready to address yet. He treated his need for Jun’s presence as an extension of his needs in the bedroom—on having someone be in charge of him, someone who had the reins but only because Sho had willingly handed them over.
With Jun, Sho was comfortable enough to make requests, knowing that if they weren’t negotiable, Jun would tell him. Honesty was the foundation of their relationship, and for Sho, for someone who had been inexperienced before Jun came along, it was the reassurance that he had needed.
So Sho was mainly curious about Jun’s present and less worried about what it might be. He was more fascinated with the myriad of possibilities of what it might be—Jun was a particularly creative individual, finding ways and methods with his toys and bondage paraphernalia that Sho had never considered before but had been more than willing to try.
That Saturday, after he arrived in Jun’s place and had his feet tucked in the beige slippers, Jun told him to remain in the genkan, at least for a few moments.
Sho stood in place, head tilted to the side in question.
“It’s been six months since we started this,” Jun began, looking at him with a soft expression in his eyes. Jun was in his suit—an ordinary sight for Sho on Saturdays—minus the jacket and the tie, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He had his hands behind him. “And seven months since I sent you a private message.”
“Lucy-san,” Sho said, smiling as he remembered.
“Zeus-san,” Jun acknowledged, the corner of his mouth lifting up in a smirk. “Given your inexperience, frankly, I never expected us to make it through in all those months. We’ve had to cancel and compromise or settle for a video call, but here we are.”
If Sho didn’t know any better, he’d say Jun was a bit emotional. But Jun’s face gave nothing away save for his obvious amusement.
“I have a present for you,” Jun finally said, stepping forward until they were only an arm’s length away from each other. “Since it’s a present, it’s not mandatory that you wear it. But it will make me very happy if you do.”
Sho’s heart hammered inside his ribcage, breath coming out rushed as he waited.
“Congratulations on our sixth month,” Jun said, and he pulled out a black leather collar, holding it in his hands.
Sho stared, his breath stilling.
It was obviously made of the finest leather, but it had no bells or rings. It was a simple black coil that stood in contrast with Jun’s pale complexion, with a silver buckle that glistened under the light.
Sho lifted his eyes to meet Jun’s, and for the first time, he saw a dash of uncertainty in Jun’s eyes.
“Regardless if you want to wear it or not, it’s still yours,” Jun clarified. “However, if you’d rather have it here with me until you’re ready, l’d understand. You don’t have to bring it home with you. But it’s for you.”
Sho had to swallow a lump in his throat before he could speak. “Did you buy this for me?”
“I had it made for you,” Jun said, hands still outstretched in offering, the collar sitting on his palms.
“When?” Sho found himself asking.
“After the party,” Jun answered.
Sho took a deep breath. It wasn’t just for him—it was crafted for him. Despite its simple design, Sho doubted there was anything like it. Knowing Jun, there had to be something in it that made it solely Sho’s, something identifying that it could never be for anyone else.
He met Jun’s gaze again, and without a word, bared his neck.
Jun’s almost hissing intake of breath was hard to miss.
“As soon as I put this on you, we will begin,” Jun told him, stepping closer.
Sho flashed Jun a small smile. “Happy sixth monthsary, Lucy-san,” he said instead.
Jun let out a soft chuckle, fingers undoing the buckle. “Undress. Start with the shirt. Fold it neatly and put it on the nearest table. Do the same with the jeans. Remove your boxers too.”
Sho obeyed but kept his movements evenly paced, knowing Jun would ogle his ass once he had the underwear off. Jun seemed to like his ass more than any part of his body, constantly groping and touching him whenever their Saturday was almost over.
Right now, their Saturday was just beginning.
Completely naked, Sho willed himself not to shiver. He was still in the genkan, being scrutinized by Jun who stared at his nakedness unabashedly.
“Do you remember the email?” Jun asked.
“I do,” Sho replied.
“Do you remember your safeword?”
“Yes.”
“Turn around.”
Jun lifted his hands, and Sho allowed him to put the collar on him. It was warm, the leather snug around his neck but not compressing his windpipe. He couldn’t tilt his head as much as he had been able to, but it wasn’t uncomfortable.
“Face me,” Jun ordered.
Sho spun on his heel, and Jun’s fingers immediately stroked the leather, lingering on the buckle.
“Too tight?” Jun asked. Sho caught him looking at his neck, his eyes dark now.
“No,” Sho said, shaking his head. The collar was resting right on his Adam’s apple, which grazed the inside with each word he uttered. “It’s fine.”
“Come,” Jun said, extending his hand. Sho accepted it, and as Jun guided him towards the bedroom, Jun’s thumb kept stroking his knuckles in soothing circles.
As soon as they crossed the threshold, Sho looked around, committing the appearance of Jun’s bedroom to memory. He’d never been here before, and he was half-expecting for Jun’s toys to be easily accessible on top of the nightstand.
Instead, there was only a paperback novel beside a digital clock that was there. Jun had a king sized bed, stripped of the covers save for the fitted sheet. The pillows were out of their cases, and on the center of the mattress lay two handcuffs, both made of metal.
Sho’s breath caught in his throat at the sight of them, blood rushing to his cock.
“I want you to lie down with your head hanging on the edge of the bed,” Jun said, leading Sho to the foot of the bed before taking a seat. Jun patted the spot beside him. “Right here.”
Sho obeyed, placing one knee on the mattress followed by the other. He was a bit startled with the dip he felt as soon as he climbed the bed—he wasn’t expecting Jun’s mattress to be this soft.
He got into position, turning his head to the side and finding Jun’s thigh right in front of him. He looked up, and Jun ran a hand over his forehead, combing the stray strands of his hair.
Jun’s hand traveled to the side of his face, stroking slowly until he reached the collar, and he lingered on the smooth leather surface. Then Jun stood, grabbing the handcuffs, the material clinking against each other.
Sho licked his lips and waited.
“Bend your legs at the knee and grab your ankles,” Jun said.
Sho did, his breathing turning labored. He was exposed, cock hardening at the idea of how completely bared he was for Jun who remained clothed. Sho had nothing on him.
Except the collar.
Jun cuffed his wrist to his ankle and used the other handcuff to do the same on the other side. When Jun pulled back, it was to place his hands on Sho’s knees and push them apart, exposing more of Sho and how open he was.
Jun‘s hands were warm when they roamed. He began with featherlight and ticklish skims of his fingers over Sho’s abdomen, climbing up to his chest. Jun circled both of his nipples with a forefinger and Sho gasped, body writhing on top of the sheets.
His groin felt heavy, cock beginning to swell.
He was aware he was flushing, and he shut his eyes when he heard Jun’s voice.
“You’re blushing,” Jun noted, his knuckles brushing against Sho’s chest. “Is it because you’re embarrassed? Again?”
Sho shook his head, eyes still closed.
“Why? Tell me.”
“Because you’re staring,” Sho replied.
“Me staring embarrasses you?” Jun asked, fingers now tracing Sho’s jaw.
Sho shook his head once more.
“Then what is it?”
Sho kept his feet firmly planted on the mattress and thrusted his hips in response.
“Ah,” Jun said knowingly, and Sho half-buried his face against the sheets. “You like it.”
A quiet moan escapes from Sho, and he felt knuckles running over his cheekbones.
“You’ve never looked more appealing than you do now,” Jun husked, now tracing his lips, gathering moisture by having Sho suck at two of his fingers and smearing Sho’s saliva over Sho’s lips, leaving them glistening.
Sho’s eyes snapped open when he heard a zipper, and he licked his lips, looking up at Jun as Jun pulled out his cock, gave it a few strokes.
It was the first time Sho had seen Jun’s cock out of his slacks. He couldn’t take his eyes off it, watching as Jun smeared the precome around the tip using his thumb.
Jun stepped closer to him, cock hovering right in front of his face. Sho’s mouth watered at the sight of it, and he moistened his lips once more.
“Close your mouth,” Jun said, eyes half-lidded.
Sho did, and he resisted the temptation to dart out his tongue when Jun pressed the head of his cock over Sho’s lips, painting Sho’s mouth with his precome.
The desire to taste Jun made Sho feel hot all over, body flushing as a reaction. He wanted to lick his lips, savor Jun using his tongue.
“Open,” Jun said, and Sho parted his lips instantly, eagerly.
Sho moaned the moment Jun inserted the head inside his mouth, giving it a tiny suck and humming in appreciation and gratitude. Jun pulled back, gave himself a few strokes, and fed his cock into Sho’s mouth once more, going slowly and allowing Sho to take it inch by inch.
When the tip grazed his uvula, Sho’s eyes watered and he gagged.
Jun stepped back and stroked his cheek, his now-wet cock dangling in front of Sho.
“Open,” Jun said again, and Sho did.
Moaning around a mouthful of Jun, it took Sho a few tries before he was able to have all of Jun inside him by flattening his tongue. Jun pulled out and he gasped, threads of saliva clinging from the head of Jun’s cock to his mouth.
He parted his lips, and he hissed when Jun delivered a light slap across his cheek.
“You will only open your mouth when I tell you to,” Jun said.
Sho’s cock twitched as he nodded, snapping his mouth shut.
“Do you want my cock?” Jun asked, the slick sounds of him stroking himself ringing in Sho’s ears.
Sho nodded repeatedly.
“Beg me for it. If you want it so much, beg me.”
Sho’s hands were clenched into fists, and the cuffs bit at the skin of his wrists as he tugged at his binds. “Please.”
He caught Jun’s eyebrow quirking.
“Please, Jun.”
“Please what?”
Sho’s eyes drifted shut. “Please,” he whispered, “fuck my mouth.”
“Open,” Jun said in response, and Sho eagerly did, moaning happily when Jun fucked his mouth again. Jun rested one hand on the collar, using it as leverage to control his thrusts, going slowly before increasing his pace.
When Sho was getting used to the tempo, he couldn’t help groaning at the loss when Jun pulled out again.
Closing his mouth had him drooling, half of his face now wet with his own saliva, a trail of it tracking down his cheekbone and making him shiver, a low groan escaping from him.
He gasped when Jun delivered another slap across his cheek. “Did I tell you to open?”
“No,” Sho said, knees shaking. He wanted to close his thighs to feel even just a bit of friction on his cock, but he wasn’t allowed to, wasn’t ordered to.
“What if I leave you like this?” Jun asked, voice stern. If it wasn’t for the sensation of his hard and wet cock resting right against Sho’s cheek, Sho would have considered the possibility of Jun leaving him hanging.
Still, he played along. “Please don’t.” He turned his head to the side to have Jun’s length touch his lips, giving it tiny sucks. He wanted it in his mouth, wanted Jun’s cock to grow thicker and heavier with his lips around it.
Sho received another slap that made him inhale in surprise.
“Look at you, so hungry for it,” Jun said, one hand gripping the base of his length before dragging it over Sho’s face, precome and saliva smeared on Sho’s cheeks. Instinctively, Sho followed where Jun dragged his length, until Jun rested the tip over Sho’s philtrum.
Sho had to extend his neck further to have his lips touch the cockhead, but it was worth it. He tasted Jun’s precome when he tongued at the slit, and his body involuntarily writhed on top of the sheets.
“Do you want it?” Jun asked. “Do you want it in your mouth?”
Sho nodded repeatedly. “Yes,” he uttered shakily, the vibrations of each syllable transferring to Jun’s length and making it twitch excitedly over Sho’s mouth.
Sho was salivating, tongue darting out eagerly to give kittenish licks at the foreskin. “Yes, please.”
“Beg,” Jun whispered, and Sho saw the way Jun was clenching his jaw. “Beg for my cock.”
“Please, Matsumoto-san,” he choked, mouth trembling in anticipation. Jun tightened his grip on his cock, eyes widening fractionally. “I want your cock. Please give me your cock.”
Jun stepped forward, keeping his hold firm around the base of his length and angling it upward so he could rest his balls over Sho’s mouth. “Lick.”
Sho was more than happy to, protruding his tongue and lapping at Jun’s balls. He wanted to suck at each, but he wasn’t ordered to so he contented himself with getting just a taste of Jun.
Jun was panting when he leaned back. “Open,” he grunted, and Sho was ready to.
Jun pushed all the way in, not easing himself out even as Sho choked in surprise. Then once Sho was able to overcome his gag reflex, Jun began thrusting.
“Hollow your cheeks,” Jun said, voice growing deeper and breathier with each snap of his hips. “Fuck, Sho.”
Sho was pulling at his restraints, not caring if the metal would leave red marks around his wrists and he ankles. His cock demanded attention as it got harder with the obscene sounds of Jun fucking his mouth steadily.
Sho’s spine curved when Jun reached over to pinch a nipple, twisting it in his fingers. He moaned around Jun’s cock, relishing the feel of his mouth being thoroughly used, savoring the taste and feel of Jun inside, fucking him as Jun saw fit.
Jun’s breaths came out in gasps now, head thrown back as he lost himself in using Sho to find release. Sho kept his throat open, letting Jun go as far as he could, then finally, Jun pulled out with a hiss, stepping into Sho’s space as he jerked himself to climax.
“Bare your neck,” Jun commanded, his voice strained. “Show me. Show me your neck.”
Sho tilted his head to side in cooperation. He focused on the sounds Jun was making, on the sight of Jun about to come on him, all over him.
“Come on me,” Sho uttered, wanting it, cock twitching at the thought of it. “Please come on me.”
Slick sounds were the only things Sho could hear apart from his raging heartbeat. There was a brief moment of him meeting Jun’s line of sight, then Jun’s eyes slid shut, face contorting in pleasure, a low moan escaping from his full lips as he came. His release covered most of the collar, though streaks of it landed on Sho’s chin and chest. Sho couldn’t help himself from moaning when he felt the warm semen touch his heated skin, his sore lips throbbing as he ran his tongue over them.
He felt used, and his body thrummed in happiness.
He kept his eyes open and looking up, watching Jun as Jun struggled to catch his breath. Jun was flushed, an attractive red bloomed right over his high cheekbones, making him more alluring in Sho’s eyes.
When his gaze met Jun’s, he saw something akin to pride in Jun’s eyes.
Without warning, Jun ran his hand over the collar, getting most of his own release on his hand. Sho’s body lifted from the bed when Jun began touching his cock, using his come earlier as lube.
“You’re so good,” Jun was saying, jerking him off quickly, messily. It didn’t matter—Sho was close; his toes were curling. “Perfect as always. So good and perfect, and all mine.”
Sho nearly whimpered, biting his bottom lip, hips lifting to meet Jun’s slick hand.
“Come for me,” Jun said, his other hand reaching to squeeze Sho’s balls. “Come for me, Sho. Only for me.”
Sho needed no other push, body arching as his thighs trembled. He spilled all over himself, his come hitting his stomach, some of it getting in Jun’s hand. He found himself not caring about the stickiness, his mind still trapped in a state of bliss.
When Sho acquired his bearings back, Jun was stroking the inside of his thighs and watching his face. Jun had zipped up, but his dress shirt was drenched in sweat, giving Sho a view of his muscular chest underneath.
Jun was merely looking at him, eyes never straying from his face. Sho was aware he looked like mess—mouth swollen and red, half of his face drenched in his own spit, his entire body flushed and sweating, come crusting on his chin, chest, and abdomen.
He was the perfect depiction of debauchery, and he was thrilled that Jun was the only person who could see him like this.
Without saying anything, Jun began unlocking the cuffs. Sho immediately stretched his legs on the bed as soon as he was free, humming in contentment as Jun moved to massage his wrists and ankles.
“You’re filthy,” Jun told him, but he didn’t sound displeased.
“I can’t feel my lips,” Sho admitted.
Jun’s face broke into a smile, then Jun coaxed him to a sitting position. “Come,” Jun said, his mouth resting right on Sho’s temple, “let’s get you cleaned up.”
Jun ushered him to the bathroom and inside the bathtub. Jun perched himself on a stool as the two of them waited for the tub to fill.
“Lower your head,” Jun said softly, and Sho felt him unbuckling the collar.
“Can I see it?” Sho asked once the collar was off him and was in Jun’s hands.
“It’s yours,” Jun told him, handing it over.
Sho’s earlier suspicion proved to be true: hidden from view was the kanji of his name debossed on the inside of the collar. Sho ran his fingers over it, liking how it felt under his touch.
“I will have to clean that though,” Jun said as he reached for a bath sponge, soap, and shampoo. “When you’re done with your bath.”
Sho handed the collar back to Jun, smiling. “Clean it,” he said, his grin growing wider at Jun’s eyes narrowing, “so I can wear it again.”
Jun said nothing, but as he began lathering soap on Sho’s back, Sho caught him smiling.
“Hungry?” Jun asked when he was massaging Sho’s scalp after applying shampoo on Sho’s hair.
Sho hummed in agreement.
“How does omurice sound?”
“Perfect,” Sho said with a grin, “that sounds perfect.”
“Later then,” Jun promised. “After this.”
Sho sat in the tub, shutting his eyes and sinking into contentment as he allowed Jun to finish bathing him.
“Lean back,” Jun said later, when Sho was clean and Jun started draining the tub.
Sho did, and his eyes snapped open when he felt Jun’s palms lathering shaving cream on his jaw.
“Felt a little rough earlier,” Jun explained, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He reached for the razor and dragged it slowly over the angle of Sho’s jaw.
Sho wanted to speak, but he waited when Jun put the razor down to wipe it off. “Are you going to shave my pubes too?” he joked, laughing a bit.
Jun shot him a look. “You can do that yourself.”
“Do you prefer me shaved or not?” Sho asked with a grin. “I never asked.”
“Well, in the event that I put my mouth on you,” Jun began, voice dropping suggestively and making Sho lick his lips nervously, “I would prefer not to be tickled by any coarse hair.” Jun lifted the razor once more. “Now shut up and let me finish this.”
“I can do it myself,” Sho uttered quietly.
“I know,” Jun said, giving him another look.
Sho leaned back in defeat, allowing Jun to shave what was left of his barely-noticeable stubble. When Jun was done rinsing off the leftover shaving cream and was applying aftershave—Sho tried not to be too thrilled at sharing Jun’s scent, but it was difficult when Jun did everything with the same deliberateness—, Sho felt Jun’s thumbs lingering on his lips.
The temptation to press chaste kisses on Jun’s fingerpads was overwhelming.
“I like your mouth,” Jun murmured, then he blinked as if he was surprised that he’d declared that out loud, thumbs halting right over Sho’s lips.
“Because of what it can do?” Sho asked quickly, trying to lighten the mood. He gave a tiny smile.
“Overconfident?” Jun asked back, withdrawing.
“I was able to take all of you a while ago,” Sho recalled.
One of Jun’s eyebrows arched. “After gagging a few times.” Jun patted his cheek thrice. “I won’t be so lenient next time.”
Sho moistened his lips at the thought of a next time.
After his bath, as promised, Jun made omurice, which Sho finished every bite of. Sho waited for Jun to begin collecting the used plates and glasses before he pulled out the pack of silken socks that he had in the back pocket of his jeans.
He handed it to Jun, who accepted it with a frown.
“Souvenir,” Sho said, trying to make it casual despite being unable to look at Jun. “From Gunma.”
Jun opened the pack in front of him, feeling the material under his fingertips. “It’s very fine.”
“It’s silk,” Sho explained. “You do wear socks to work, right?”
“That’s right,” Jun said, placing the socks back in their packaging. “Thank you. It’s a lovely gift.”
Not as lovely as Jun’s, Sho thought.
Sho gave the briefest of head tilts for a nod.
“Do you want dessert?” Jun asked suddenly. “I have cheesecake.”
Sho perked up, smiling. “I love cheesecake.”
--
If someone were to ask Sho to name a few of his favorite things, Jun would rank high on his list. Not that he saw Jun as a thing, but he had this...thing with Jun that never failed to satisfy him and make him happy.
It wasn’t dating, but they weren’t just fucking either. In fact, despite the duration of their arrangement, they never came close to actually fucking, save for last Saturday in which Sho’s first actual encounter with Jun’s cock had him taking all of it down his throat.
Which he didn’t mind.
What he had with Jun wasn’t something that bothered him; he wasn’t particular with labels. But whenever he’d let his thoughts drift to it during his boring work shifts, he’d come to realize that no other word felt as appropriate as Saturday.
On Saturdays, particularly in the evenings, he was Jun’s.
It was one of those things that had become a constant in Sho’s life.
He was having lunch with Ohno when the man addressed Sho’s signup for In the Room.
“Do you still use that website?” Ohno asked, watching him drink his latte.
“No,” Sho said. He’d gotten a couple of email alerts, telling him that he had some private messages awaiting reply, but while he did check them, he hadn’t felt like replying to anyone.
“Oh. I thought you still were because you no longer look sex-starved,” Ohno said nonchalantly, making Sho choke on his drink.
Sho looked around before hissing, “Must you really put it like that?”
“It’s true though,” Ohno told him, shrugging his shoulders. “You don’t whine about finding an awful profile on Tinder anymore. Is there someone now? Someone stable?”
“Stable, yes,” Sho replied. “Having someone, that depends.”
Ohno was frowning now. “Depends on what?”
Jun wasn’t his boyfriend. Jun was, to put it simply, Sho’s Saturday Dom, someone who always cooked for him and sometimes brought him to good restaurants after their meeting. Jun had recently given him a gift, but it wasn’t the kind of gift that Sho could disclose to anyone.
“Depends on what you mean with ‘someone’,” Sho clarified.
“Ah, you’ve got a fuck buddy?” Ohno asked, smiling a bit.
“Not exactly,” Sho said, face scrunching a little. He and Jun had never even kissed.
“Friends with benefits?”
Sho chuckled. “Close enough.”
“Are you happy?” Ohno asked suddenly, expression shifting to concern.
That question made Sho remember the nights he’d spent in Jun’s place, all the good food and great wine that he’d consumed, all the things Jun had him do because he’d consented to them.
He was satisfied with their setup.
He was happy, but only to a certain extent.
“I think so,” Sho said anyway, not ready to address his true feelings until he was sure.
“That’s great,” Ohno told him with a small grin. “If you think you’re happy, that sounds good enough.”
“And yet,” Sho started, and immediately Ohno’s expression shifted to a frown, “sometimes I find myself wanting more.”
“More?” Ohno repeated.
“But I can’t ask for it because that’s not what we agreed on,” Sho continued, not bothering to explain. With Ohno, he rarely needed to explain; the man often didn’t ask and was content to listen to what Sho was comfortable to divulge.
“I can’t say I understand,” Ohno told him, placing both elbows on the table and leaning forward, closer to Sho. “But sooner or later, you have to address these things, Sho-kun. Once you’re sure, you have to do something about them.”
“I have to?” Sho frowned. “Why?”
“Because you might lose it, whatever it is,” Ohno said simply, like he knew something Sho didn’t. “Something tells me this isn’t something you want to lose, so make your feelings clear once you’re sure of them. I think the other party would appreciate that.”
Sho took a breath, letting all of that sink in.
“I can’t promise anything,” he said to Ohno, who only inclined his head, “but I’ll try.”
Ohno gave an acknowledging nod before flashing Sho a little smile.
“Another cup?” Ohno asked, lips twitching to point at Sho’s empty porcelain.
Sho pushed the cup and its saucer in Ohno’s direction. “Please and thank you.”
--
The talk Sho had with Ohno lingered in his head even weeks later. The more Saturdays he got to spend with Jun, the more he found himself wishing the hours would go slower so they’d have more time together.
After their sixth-month mark, Sho got more and more acquainted with Jun’s cock in various ways, though most of it had him on his knees and trying to take all of Jun to the back of his throat in the shortest time possible. He’d gotten accustomed to the taste of Jun and the feel of him growing heavier on his tongue, to hearing Jun’s appreciative sighs and groans.
One Saturday was made special when Jun finally fucked him as a reward. Apparently, Jun had won the favor of one company he had set his eyes on and became their official business advisor. Jun wanted to celebrate, and his email that week had him implying that they’d fuck tonight.
After all, Jun did list condoms in the section that had the items they needed for tonight.
Sho was on his knees, ass raised in the air and face mashed against the sheets until Jun tugged on the rope that held his wrists together to have him lift his trunk from the bed.
The rope served as anchor for Jun as Jun drove into him faster and harder, need intensifying with each erratic movement. The zipper of Jun’s slacks was a foreign feeling against the flesh of his ass but he relished in it, smiling in bliss each time his hips met Jun’s in a loud smack.
Jun finished ahead of him, grunting about Sho feeling so good and tight around him before letting go of his hold on Sho, allowing Sho to collapse back against the sheets. Jun slid out of him and he moaned at the loss, more so when Jun pushed him on his side to have him roll over.
Sho had been so close; he thought he’d be able to come just from the feeling of Jun finally fucking him, but Jun made certain he wouldn’t by putting a ring around his cock even before they’d gotten to the bedroom.
“Spit,” Jun ordered, pressing one of his ringed hands over Sho’s mouth.
Sho did.
With his saliva for lube, Jun got between Sho’s spread legs and fisted Sho’s cock, making Sho arch off the bed.
His hands still bound, Sho planted his feet on the mattress so he could thrust into Jun’s fist, chest heaving as his orgasm neared the surface.
Jun let him go and he groaned in frustration, but he felt Jun’s hands spreading his legs wider and he looked down, finding Jun leaning down, face so close to his cock and looking at him.
“What do you need?” Jun husked, breathing air against his cock.
Sho’s breath caught in his throat.
“Please,” he said between clenched teeth, “please make me come.” He’d settle for Jun removing the ring; he was so ready to come.
“No, that’s what you want,” Jun said. “I’ll ask again but this will be the last time: what do you need in order for you to get what you want?”
Sho moistened his lips, knees shaking under Jun’s firm grip on them as he understood what Jun was offering.
He could ask for Jun to take off the cock ring and Jun would. He could also ask for his binds to be removed so he could tend to himself, and he was positive Jun would untie him as soon as he finished asking.
But seeing where Jun was right now, what Jun was willing to give him provided he asked for it—
“I need your mouth, Matsumoto-san,” Sho said in a rush.
His cock twitched right in front of Jun’s face.
He saw Jun grin before Jun lowered himself, gripping Sho’s cock to guide it inside his mouth.
Sho moaned the moment Jun’s warmth wrapped around him. His heels dug on the mattress in an effort to reel in the orgasm and not to finish so soon, not when he was finally feeling Jun’s mouth gliding over his length.
Jun went slow, hollowing his cheeks purposefully and pulling off with a loud pop that echoed in the room before doing it again and driving Sho mad each time.
The damn red cock ring was preventing him to come, which he figured was Jun’s intention for putting it on him in the first place.
Jun rested one hand around the ring, meeting Sho’s eyes as he went for a thorough lick from base to tip. Sho’s mouth fell open, throat feeling too dry to form any words. Jun was lapping at the precome on the tip, not taking his eyes off Sho’s face.
Sho felt fingers tickling his balls and he nearly jumped, hissing at the feeling of being teased so wonderfully. Jun went back to sucking him, head bobbing steadily between his legs.
There was another obscene pop as Jun withdrew and Sho saw Jun relaxing his jaw.
“Are you ready to come?” Jun asked, licking his now-swollen lips. He gave Sho a few strokes, the filthy sound ringing in Sho’s ears.
Sho kept nodding, his thrusting into the air involuntarily, in hopes of having the bit of friction it needs.
“You’ve been ready the moment I started fucking you,” Jun stated, giving Sho a squeeze.
Sho nearly sobbed.
“You can hold on for much longer,” Jun said, using both hands on Sho now, wrists going in swift revolutions and providing the perfect friction.
“I can’t,” Sho breathed.
“Yes you can,” Jun assured him.
“I can’t.”
“Do you want to stop?”
Sho shook his head fiercely. “No.”
“Then you can hold it.”
Sho shuddered. “Please Jun, please let me come.”
“Soon,” Jun promised. “You can hold it.” Jun smeared his precome over the head, hands not stilling in their movements. “Hold it for me.”
If there was one thing Sho was a hundred percent certain about Jun, it was that Jun was a master at edging. Jun knew when to pull back and withdraw to let Sho catch his breath and have Sho’s orgasm subside a little before taking him to the brink again.
Sho knew that was what would happen tonight, especially since Jun had already come.
So Sho held on, clenching his hands into fists as he struggled to stave off his climax. His begging fell on deaf ears, and he tried to focus on regulating his breathing instead of Jun, since Jun returned to sucking him off.
The feel of Jun’s mouth was incredible with each smooth glide over his shaft, and the corners of Sho’s vision began whiting out every time Jun hollowed his cheeks.
“I can’t,” Sho said again, half-sobbing through each syllable. “Jun, please.”
“You’re doing so well,” Jun husked, licking long lines on his cock. Jun cupped his balls began rolling them in his palm, timing it with a flick of his tongue over the head. “I want you to count.”
“Jun—”
“And when you reach twenty, you can come.”
Jun allowed the tip of Sho’s cock to rest right on the flat of his tongue. “Start from one.”
“One,” Sho uttered shakily, ending in a moan as Jun wrapped his lips around him again. Jun abandoned going slow, instead taking Sho to the back of his throat. Jun’s eyes narrowed, as if he was bragging he didn’t gag unlike Sho had multiple times.
Out of breath, Sho kept counting, heat pooling in his groin as he got closer to twenty.
He was on nineteen when Jun pulled off him, shoving two of his own fingers in his mouth before reaching down. Sho’s hips lifted from the bed the moment Jun’s fingers breached him. He was still loose from earlier but he wasn’t expecting Jun to fuck him with his fingers, locating his prostate with little trouble and stroking it in circles.
“Twenty,” Sho choked, moaning Jun’s name when Jun finally removed the ring off him. He came in spasms, sobbing Jun’s name over and over as his vision snapped away and his mind blanked out.
He gasped when he felt a sharp sting on the inside of his thigh, and he immediately looked down, finding Jun sucking at the spot he bit at mere moments ago.
Sho’s mind was still in a state of bliss to fully comprehend what was happening. Jun was still sucking on the meat of his thigh, nipping at the flesh, and by the time he moved to loom over Sho, Sho was still attempting to catch his breath.
Jun brushed away the strands of his hair that had stuck to his face. The inside of Sho’s thigh tingled; and he now realized that what Jun had done would undoubtedly leave a mark on him.
Something for him to admire later.
“Roll over,” Jun said softly.
Sho did, eyes sliding shut the moment he had his face against the sheets. He felt Jun untying him, and once he was free, he rolled to his back and found Jun looking at him.
Sho was overcome with the desire to cuddle, to have Jun’s clothed body pressed against his own since he was beginning to feel so sore.
But he didn’t know how to voice that out.
Jun was eyeing his thigh, and Sho shifted slightly to get Jun’s attention.
“What do you need?” Jun asked softly, eyes snapping back to Sho’s face.
Instead of replying, Sho opened his arms in invitation, heart thundering wildly in his ribcage.
The look on Jun’s face registered pure shock, and for a few moments, they stared at each other unblinking.
Until Jun turned away. “I’ll prepare the tub,” Jun mumbled, getting off the bed.
Sho watched Jun walk away, trying to barrel through the sharp sting that had sliced through his chest. He lowered his arms in disappointment and hid his face behind his hands.
What had he done?
Instinctively, his body curled in on itself in shame at the blatant rejection he’d received from Jun.
He could hear the water running and the tub getting filled, and as soon as the soreness began to ebb away, Sho picked up his clothes from where he’d left them, putting them on with haste and not minding how sticky he felt.
He wanted to be away from here.
Sho lingered on the bathroom doorway, wondering if he could look at Jun in the face. He felt so stupid and pathetic, but he didn’t want to be rude.
He knocked on the door and only pushed it open halfway. “I have to go,” he managed to say. “I can get home on my own. You don’t have to drop me off.”
He could hear the faucet being turned off and he gripped the doorknob tight. Jun was approaching the door but Sho kept his gaze down. “Thank you for tonight. I’ll go.”
“Wait, Sho-san,” Jun said, but Sho pulled the door shut and made his exit, body operating on muscle memory.
Sho was able to reach the train platform before he registered the discomfort. His jeans grazed the inside of his thigh and he hissed, realizing that the mark Jun left on him had already chafed.
He checked his watch and the time read 12:03.
It was Sunday.
(4/4)
Have a safe trip to Gunma.
That Saturday, after his parents had picked him up and they’d run out of things to ask Sho, Sho scrolled through his LINE messages with Jun to have something to do.
Which was a bad idea, because it made him wish he’d be in Toshima tonight. He’d probably enjoy the warm kotatsu and sleeping with his kaimaki on for tonight, but he’d gotten accustomed to spending Saturday nights with Jun.
Usually, by this time, Jun would be sending him reminders about their scheduled meetup and ask him about his day so far. Sho would ramble about the coffee machine and the Arabica beans that were too bitter for his liking, and sometimes he’d sent photos to Jun to give him a better picture.
Today, he held his phone in a mixture of expectation and disappointment. He didn’t know what to make of it.
To pass the time, Sho took photos of his hands and sent them in the thread without any captions. He recently trimmed his nails, but he was yet to completely do away with the habit of biting them when he got nervous. Every time he’d almost do it, though, he’d remember Jun.
His phone vibrated in his hands, and he hurriedly scrolled down to the bottom of the thread when the notification indicated that he had a new one.
It’s cloudy today, was Jun’s message, but there was a Read notification beside the photos Sho had sent.
Not in Gunma, was Sho’s reply.
You’re there already?
Close. When I get there, do you want any souvenirs?
Jun sent him a sticker of a cat smiling.
Sho didn’t know what to make of it. Is that a yes?
It means do whatever you feel like doing.
That made Sho frown. It’s Saturday today.
Jun remained silent for a good two minutes, and Sho decided he couldn’t wait anymore so he typed another message: What do you want me to do?
Wasn’t that their agreement? That on Saturdays, he was Jun’s. For Sho, regardless of whether they had an agreed scenario or not, that rule was absolute on Saturdays. He could type cilantro any moment he wanted to back out, but it was the furthest thing from his mind.
Jun’s response came a minute later: Tell me your schedule for today.
And Sho did, outlining every hour he would be spending with his relatives. He was expected to attend a family dinner at eight, and he estimated that would last until ten in the night; the children would have to be sent to bed.
He had to wait for a few minutes for Jun’s response, but when he got it, it was difficult to suppress a smile.
I’ll call you at 10:30 tonight. FaceTime.
Just to annoy Jun a bit, Sho sent the same cat sticker from earlier.
Sho, was the only reply he received, sent with the proper punctuation. He interpreted it as Jun getting impatient.
10:30, Sho keyed in, got it.
Sho and his parents arrived in Gunma close to noon, and he was automatically sent away to run errands after greeting and mingling with his relatives for a short while. It kept him occupied, barely able to check his phone. He then had to babysit the kids of his cousins, taking selfies with them as they put on funny faces.
By the time the family dinner happened, Sho was sufficiently exhausted. A glass of cold beer served as his reward for today’s hard work, coupled with hilarious stories and anecdotes of lives that were far from the capital.
10 PM that night had Sho retiring to the room his cousins had recently cleared for him. It was an old stock room, cramped and stuffed with boxes that had been shoved against the walls to have a space on the tatami that was sufficient enough to have one futon.
Sho accepted his new quarters graciously anyway, since they also had his beloved kaimaki all ready for him, waiting by the time Sho had finished brushing up and changing into his pajamas.
At exactly 10:30, his phone rang, the kanji for Jun’s full name as the caller ID.
“Hello,” Sho greeted the moment he accepted the call.
On the other side, he saw Jun with a glass of wine, his phone perfectly capturing the view from the chest up. Sho assumed Jun was using a phone stand, and from the view behind him, Jun appeared to be in his dining room.
“Hello. You have your own room in Gunma?” Jun asked.
Sho checked the view he had in the tiny screen at the corner. He was in bed, lying on his side, and behind him were stacks of boxes containing who knows what.
He adjusted a bit, trying to get comfortable. “They cleared a small room for me.” It was beginning to get cold, so he pulled the kaimaki up to his chin.
“Is that a blanket?” Jun asked with a frown.
“It’s a kaimaki,” Sho answered with a smile, lifting the material for emphasis.
“I thought it had a different design than most blankets,” Jun said. “No wonder. Why do you have one?”
Sho looked away in embarrassment. “I can’t sleep without one.”
He only turned back to his phone when he heard Jun laugh. It sounded a bit distorted through the call, and Sho wished he was in Toshima right now so he could hear it in person. “Do you wear it traditionally, then?”
“I have it on my lap, usually,” Sho explained.
“Usually?”
“Well, it’s a bit cold right now.”
“Is it?” Jun asked, and there was an unmistakable shift in his tone.
Sho looked around despite knowing he was alone in this corner of the house. His parents had the upstairs bedroom, and his siblings were sharing with their cousins. He was alone, but it wasn’t exactly private. Anyone could walk down the corridor for a glass of water and hear him should he make too much noises.
When he faced his phone once more, Jun had a grin behind his wine glass. “Done panicking?”
“I don’t panic,” Sho retorted immediately.
“You do when there’s a chance of us getting caught,” Jun pointed out, taking a sip of his wine. “Now tell me, is there?”
“Yes,” Sho said quietly. “The corridor outside also leads to the kitchen.”
“Excellent,” Jun said, and Sho’s breath got caught in his throat. “Show me your futon.”
Sho did, but he had to sit up to be able to capture his surroundings and accommodations. He lay back, the kaimaki now only rising up to his navel.
“I like your polka-dotted pajamas,” Jun told him.
“Thank you,” Sho said, fighting the urge to blush. He still had the tiny lamp overhead on, and he was suspecting he wouldn’t be able to turn it off soon.
“I like them, but now I want them off,” Jun said, and Sho nearly dropped his phone.
Sho situated the phone on top of a box, having it lean against a corner so it’d be inclined. The angle wasn’t perfect, but it should be enough: Jun could see him on the futon and he could hear what Jun had to say.
He didn’t miss Jun’s smile as Jun set down his glass of wine on the table. “Start unbuttoning from the bottom. Show me. Go slowly.”
Sho did, fingers fumbling a bit as he attempted to regulate his breathing. He shivered when cool air touched his skin but kept at it, until he had his pajama top completely opened.
“Have you been working out in the past two weeks?” Jun asked, his tone now curious.
Sho nodded. “But I gain muscle quickly, so I only work out moderately.”
“Scoot up a bit,” Jun ordered, his fingers beckoning Sho as if Sho was right with him. “I want to see the mark on your bellybutton.”
Sho obeyed, moving to sit up and straightening his back against one of the boxes. He had to readjust the phone again, and now he was farther from it so he had to up the volume a bit.
“Someday you should put back that piercing and show me,” Jun said.
“I tried once but it hurt,” Sho admitted.
Jun laughed. “Oh you’re such a baby sometimes.” Jun took another sip of his wine before he continued, “Bare your left shoulder. Don’t remove the top, but I want to see your shoulder.”
Sho only had to shrug said shoulder for the material to fall off it—the advantage of having sloping shoulders that he’d never considered before.
For a couple of moments, there was nothing but silence. Jun was simply looking at him, drinking his wine every now and then, and Sho felt like a specimen under careful scrutiny. He tried to fight the flush that crept up his form, but the longer Jun stared at him without saying anything, the harder it had been to do so.
“Are you blushing?” Jun asked. “It’s hard to tell with just a camera phone.”
“Yes.”
Jun leaned forward, his face now closer to the camera. “Oh you’re so red. Why are you so red? Are you embarrassed?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
It reminded Sho of their first meeting, back when Jun had been hidden under a fedora that he hadn’t removed until he’d had his fill of taking in Sho’s appearance.
“Because you’re staring,” Sho said almost breathlessly.
“I don’t like repeating myself,” Jun said, voice stern and making Sho flinch a bit. “I told you once that I like what I’m seeing. Do not ask me to say that again; it remains true every time I look at you.”
Sho had to bite his lip as he heard that—the unadulterated praise sent warmth all over his body and made him tremble.
“Touch your nipples,” Jun said, and Sho opened his eyes to find Jun leaning back on his seat. “Start with the right, then the left. Touch them as you think I would if I were there with you.”
Sho hissed the moment his fingertips made contact with his pert nipples, his back arching as he began running the backs of his fingers over them. The idea of Jun seeing this, Jun watching him, made his blood boil and turn south, his cock responding to his stimulations.
“What are you thinking of? Tell me,” Jun said, his voice cracking due to the connection.
“Your ring,” Sho admitted, imagining the studded silver, the one Jun had on his middle finger frequently.
“What about my ring?”
“It’d be cold.” Sho hissed again, envisioning the studs running over his sensitive nipples. “It’d be cold against my skin, so—”
“So?”
Sho welded his eyes shut, his thighs coming together as he tried to keep quiet. “So I’d like to warm it in my mouth.”
He imagined sucking Jun’s fingers up to the knuckle, Jun using his saliva to make his touch warmer and eventually turn cooler. He thought of Jun’s hands on his body, touching him when he couldn’t touch himself because with Jun, it was next to impossible that his hands weren’t cuffed or tied where he couldn’t use them.
“Are you hard?” Jun asked, and it sounded clipped.
Sho only nodded.
“Show me. Shove your pajama bottoms down to your thighs and show me.”
Sho pushed the garter of his pajamas down, lifting his hips to have them around his thighs. He usually didn’t wear his boxers under his pajamas or sweats, and he arched a bit when the air from his surroundings made contact with his sensitive skin.
His cock was leaking precome, thick and curved over his abdomen, and perfectly within Jun’s view.
“Do you want to touch yourself?”
Sho’s cock twitched at the question. “Yes.”
“And if I tell you to stop, what will you do?”
“I’ll stop,” Sho answered instantaneously. He looked at his phone and found Jun watching him, the wine glass pushed aside and untouched.
Jun cast aside his precious wine for Sho, and Sho was determined to make this good for Jun.
“Please Matsumoto-san,” Sho began shakily, and he caught Jun’s eyes widening. “Please let me.”
“You will stop when I tell you,” Jun said, voice firm, and Sho nodded. “Lick your palm and begin.”
Sho obeyed, and the first touch of his slick palm around his cock had him gasping. He tried to set a steady pace, but it was becoming more difficult to keep it slow and quiet as his cock responded to his own touches.
“Please,” Sho found himself muttering in the middle of his strokes, “please.”
Jun’s voice cut through the haze, and Sho moaned. “Please what?”
“Please say something,” he requested helplessly, shivering as his entire body reacted. He only needed Jun’s voice and he’d overcome the hurdle that was him masturbating on camera for the first time.
“You are so desperate for it,” Jun husked, his voice so low. “Look at you. So hungry for it. Touching yourself while thinking of me, knowing I can see you, hear you. Determined to put on a show.”
Sho reddened all over, hips lifting to meet his fist. He had to bite onto the back of his hand to muffle his noises as he got closer. “Jun. Jun, please.”
“Are you close?” Jun’s voice was deep, almost a groan.
“Yes. Yes, Jun.”
“Stop.”
Sho was certain he’d have indentations of his teeth on the back of his hand as he bit down hard. He kept his hand wrapped around the base of his cock to prevent blood to flow, and he shivered, thighs tingling because of the impending orgasm cut short.
He sagged against the stack of boxes, not minding their pointed edges digging into his back as he attempted to catch his breath. He was panting like he’d run a mile, sweating like he was in a sauna instead of in a room in Gunma.
“Good boy,” Jun said, piercing through the haze.
Sho whimpered, his cock twitching in his grip.
“Good boy,” Jun repeated. “You’re only going to come when you’re with me, do you understand?”
Sho managed a nod, planting his heels on the futon so his legs would stop shaking. His cock was still fully hard, still curving up his stomach, swollen and thick in his hold.
“I can’t hear you,” Jun told him. When Sho checked, he saw Jun looking at his cock and at the fierce way he was gripping it so he wouldn’t come.
“I understand,” Sho uttered breathlessly.
“Good. Clean up, then. Don’t go to bed sticky and sweaty. I’ll wait.” Jun now reached for his wine, drinking the rest of it.
It took Sho a while, but he got himself to move, pushing away thoughts of Jun and his orgasm to the back of his mind. The nearest bathroom was only a few paces away from Sho’s room, and he washed up as instructed, tucking his now-half-hard cock back into his pajamas before padding back to his room.
Jun was still on the line as promised.
“Show me your face,” Jun said, and Sho picked up the phone as he settled himself under the covers. He felt so exhausted, but also content for reasons he couldn’t name.
“You are still so red,” Jun said, and he sounded amused. “Touch your lips for me.”
Sho ran the fingers of his other hand over his mouth, lingering on his bottom lip. His ministrations were getting slower as he got drowsier, and soon he was barely able to keep his eyes open.
“Don’t cut the line,” Jun said softly. “You can go to sleep. But don’t cut it.”
Sho let his phone lean against another box, his face already half-buried under his kaimaki.
“Good night,” he said groggily, eyes sliding shut.
Whether Jun returned it or not, he didn’t know.
--
Sho woke at six in the morning because his parents wanted to leave as early as possible. He checked his phone and saw that his call log with Jun lasted for two hours and thirty-seven minutes.
Which meant that Jun had ended the call at 1:17 AM of that Sunday.
He opened their LINE thread because it had one notification from him, and he was surprised to find a voice message from Jun.
Sho pulled up the kaimaki to cover his entire body before he played it.
“Good night, Sho-san.”
Sho pressed the phone close to his face, unable to describe what he was feeling. He felt like a teenager, his gut doing somersaults at hearing Jun’s voice first thing in the morning. A part of him wanted to consider that possibility, that idea of having Jun’s voice wake him up the morning after, and he had to let out a breath to steel himself.
He was certain Jun was still asleep at this hour, but before Sho could get ready to return to Tokyo, he knew he had to type up a message.
I have a request to make.
He sent it and started making his futon, folding it appropriately before heading to the bathroom to start his day. He was in the middle of rinsing his hair when he heard his mother call for him to hurry up, and that resulted to Sho speeding through the rest of his bath, hastily scrubbing his arms and legs.
He was only able to check his phone once he was in the car and they were out on the road, and finding no messages, texts, or emails that demanded his attention, he napped through the rest of the trip in the backseat.
Sho was back at home and sifting through his bills when his phone vibrated with a LINE message.
Jun.
What is it? was the reply, and Sho wasted no time in typing back a response.
We’re nearing six months since we started this. According to Sho’s calculations, the Saturday of this week would mark the sixth month since they’d began this arrangement.
I am aware.
Sho exhaled, squaring his shoulders. Won’t we make it special? He didn’t mean to sound so hopeful, but with almost six months of having Jun in charge of him...surely it had to mean something.
Getting impatient now?
Sho sent a dog sticker jumping around in place.
Funnily enough, Jun’s next message read, I’ve already made plans for next Saturday.
No sudden parties or cancellations? Sho joked.
You’re not returning to Gunma, are you?
Sho sent a sticker of a dog shaking its head.
Good. Wait for my email then.
Sho allowed the Read notification express his agreement, but he was surprised when his phone vibrated with another message.
And Sho-san?
Yes?
You snore like a bear.
Jun sent a bear sticker after that, one that was laughing on the ground.
Sho buried his face in his hands, embarrassed. I’m sorry about that.
I was wondering why you had your own room and finally had the answer when I watched you sleep. I should have recorded it.
Sho groaned. I’m really embarrassed right now.
Jun sent a laughing emoji. Not to worry. No matter how loud you were, it’ll be our little secret.
Sho focused on the last word of Jun’s message, and he had to shush the thoughts in his head. Secret. Was that their status for each other? Sho’s Saturday secret, Jun’s Saturday secret? It made Sho feel uncomfortable, so he only tapped on a noncommittal cat sticker for a response.
Work hard today, was Jun’s next message, something Sho didn’t see fit to reply to.
He had to ignore the questions formulating in his head regarding their arrangement. They’d been clear and honest from the beginning—Jun with his expectations, Sho with his. Jun had given his rules, and Sho had given his agreement. They’d negotiated, compromised, and discussed, each of their moves done with consent.
Sho was contented with that setup. Or at least he thought he was.
So why did he find himself wishing for more?
--
The email Sho had received for that week contained the same basic rule as its predecessors: he was not to kiss Jun unless Jun ordered him to or initiated it. The change this time was that he was permitted in Jun’s bedroom, but only after Jun gave him a gift.
The gift part was what made Sho wait for Saturday in anticipation. Was it a new gag, recently purchased just for Sho? Or did Jun finally decide to use fuzzy handcuffs on him instead of the padded leather that Sho often wore? Was it a bullet vibrator or a set of anal beads? A shiny cock ring?
It could be anything.
But Jun had indicated that it was a present to commemorate the Saturday that marked the sixth month of their arrangement. Had it been any other kind of relationship, the length of time they’d spent with each other would have indicated stability.
Sho viewed his arrangement with Jun as a professional relationship that existed only at the end of the week. But he wasn’t that oblivious; Jun had a particular effect on him that he wasn’t ready to address yet. He treated his need for Jun’s presence as an extension of his needs in the bedroom—on having someone be in charge of him, someone who had the reins but only because Sho had willingly handed them over.
With Jun, Sho was comfortable enough to make requests, knowing that if they weren’t negotiable, Jun would tell him. Honesty was the foundation of their relationship, and for Sho, for someone who had been inexperienced before Jun came along, it was the reassurance that he had needed.
So Sho was mainly curious about Jun’s present and less worried about what it might be. He was more fascinated with the myriad of possibilities of what it might be—Jun was a particularly creative individual, finding ways and methods with his toys and bondage paraphernalia that Sho had never considered before but had been more than willing to try.
That Saturday, after he arrived in Jun’s place and had his feet tucked in the beige slippers, Jun told him to remain in the genkan, at least for a few moments.
Sho stood in place, head tilted to the side in question.
“It’s been six months since we started this,” Jun began, looking at him with a soft expression in his eyes. Jun was in his suit—an ordinary sight for Sho on Saturdays—minus the jacket and the tie, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He had his hands behind him. “And seven months since I sent you a private message.”
“Lucy-san,” Sho said, smiling as he remembered.
“Zeus-san,” Jun acknowledged, the corner of his mouth lifting up in a smirk. “Given your inexperience, frankly, I never expected us to make it through in all those months. We’ve had to cancel and compromise or settle for a video call, but here we are.”
If Sho didn’t know any better, he’d say Jun was a bit emotional. But Jun’s face gave nothing away save for his obvious amusement.
“I have a present for you,” Jun finally said, stepping forward until they were only an arm’s length away from each other. “Since it’s a present, it’s not mandatory that you wear it. But it will make me very happy if you do.”
Sho’s heart hammered inside his ribcage, breath coming out rushed as he waited.
“Congratulations on our sixth month,” Jun said, and he pulled out a black leather collar, holding it in his hands.
Sho stared, his breath stilling.
It was obviously made of the finest leather, but it had no bells or rings. It was a simple black coil that stood in contrast with Jun’s pale complexion, with a silver buckle that glistened under the light.
Sho lifted his eyes to meet Jun’s, and for the first time, he saw a dash of uncertainty in Jun’s eyes.
“Regardless if you want to wear it or not, it’s still yours,” Jun clarified. “However, if you’d rather have it here with me until you’re ready, l’d understand. You don’t have to bring it home with you. But it’s for you.”
Sho had to swallow a lump in his throat before he could speak. “Did you buy this for me?”
“I had it made for you,” Jun said, hands still outstretched in offering, the collar sitting on his palms.
“When?” Sho found himself asking.
“After the party,” Jun answered.
Sho took a deep breath. It wasn’t just for him—it was crafted for him. Despite its simple design, Sho doubted there was anything like it. Knowing Jun, there had to be something in it that made it solely Sho’s, something identifying that it could never be for anyone else.
He met Jun’s gaze again, and without a word, bared his neck.
Jun’s almost hissing intake of breath was hard to miss.
“As soon as I put this on you, we will begin,” Jun told him, stepping closer.
Sho flashed Jun a small smile. “Happy sixth monthsary, Lucy-san,” he said instead.
Jun let out a soft chuckle, fingers undoing the buckle. “Undress. Start with the shirt. Fold it neatly and put it on the nearest table. Do the same with the jeans. Remove your boxers too.”
Sho obeyed but kept his movements evenly paced, knowing Jun would ogle his ass once he had the underwear off. Jun seemed to like his ass more than any part of his body, constantly groping and touching him whenever their Saturday was almost over.
Right now, their Saturday was just beginning.
Completely naked, Sho willed himself not to shiver. He was still in the genkan, being scrutinized by Jun who stared at his nakedness unabashedly.
“Do you remember the email?” Jun asked.
“I do,” Sho replied.
“Do you remember your safeword?”
“Yes.”
“Turn around.”
Jun lifted his hands, and Sho allowed him to put the collar on him. It was warm, the leather snug around his neck but not compressing his windpipe. He couldn’t tilt his head as much as he had been able to, but it wasn’t uncomfortable.
“Face me,” Jun ordered.
Sho spun on his heel, and Jun’s fingers immediately stroked the leather, lingering on the buckle.
“Too tight?” Jun asked. Sho caught him looking at his neck, his eyes dark now.
“No,” Sho said, shaking his head. The collar was resting right on his Adam’s apple, which grazed the inside with each word he uttered. “It’s fine.”
“Come,” Jun said, extending his hand. Sho accepted it, and as Jun guided him towards the bedroom, Jun’s thumb kept stroking his knuckles in soothing circles.
As soon as they crossed the threshold, Sho looked around, committing the appearance of Jun’s bedroom to memory. He’d never been here before, and he was half-expecting for Jun’s toys to be easily accessible on top of the nightstand.
Instead, there was only a paperback novel beside a digital clock that was there. Jun had a king sized bed, stripped of the covers save for the fitted sheet. The pillows were out of their cases, and on the center of the mattress lay two handcuffs, both made of metal.
Sho’s breath caught in his throat at the sight of them, blood rushing to his cock.
“I want you to lie down with your head hanging on the edge of the bed,” Jun said, leading Sho to the foot of the bed before taking a seat. Jun patted the spot beside him. “Right here.”
Sho obeyed, placing one knee on the mattress followed by the other. He was a bit startled with the dip he felt as soon as he climbed the bed—he wasn’t expecting Jun’s mattress to be this soft.
He got into position, turning his head to the side and finding Jun’s thigh right in front of him. He looked up, and Jun ran a hand over his forehead, combing the stray strands of his hair.
Jun’s hand traveled to the side of his face, stroking slowly until he reached the collar, and he lingered on the smooth leather surface. Then Jun stood, grabbing the handcuffs, the material clinking against each other.
Sho licked his lips and waited.
“Bend your legs at the knee and grab your ankles,” Jun said.
Sho did, his breathing turning labored. He was exposed, cock hardening at the idea of how completely bared he was for Jun who remained clothed. Sho had nothing on him.
Except the collar.
Jun cuffed his wrist to his ankle and used the other handcuff to do the same on the other side. When Jun pulled back, it was to place his hands on Sho’s knees and push them apart, exposing more of Sho and how open he was.
Jun‘s hands were warm when they roamed. He began with featherlight and ticklish skims of his fingers over Sho’s abdomen, climbing up to his chest. Jun circled both of his nipples with a forefinger and Sho gasped, body writhing on top of the sheets.
His groin felt heavy, cock beginning to swell.
He was aware he was flushing, and he shut his eyes when he heard Jun’s voice.
“You’re blushing,” Jun noted, his knuckles brushing against Sho’s chest. “Is it because you’re embarrassed? Again?”
Sho shook his head, eyes still closed.
“Why? Tell me.”
“Because you’re staring,” Sho replied.
“Me staring embarrasses you?” Jun asked, fingers now tracing Sho’s jaw.
Sho shook his head once more.
“Then what is it?”
Sho kept his feet firmly planted on the mattress and thrusted his hips in response.
“Ah,” Jun said knowingly, and Sho half-buried his face against the sheets. “You like it.”
A quiet moan escapes from Sho, and he felt knuckles running over his cheekbones.
“You’ve never looked more appealing than you do now,” Jun husked, now tracing his lips, gathering moisture by having Sho suck at two of his fingers and smearing Sho’s saliva over Sho’s lips, leaving them glistening.
Sho’s eyes snapped open when he heard a zipper, and he licked his lips, looking up at Jun as Jun pulled out his cock, gave it a few strokes.
It was the first time Sho had seen Jun’s cock out of his slacks. He couldn’t take his eyes off it, watching as Jun smeared the precome around the tip using his thumb.
Jun stepped closer to him, cock hovering right in front of his face. Sho’s mouth watered at the sight of it, and he moistened his lips once more.
“Close your mouth,” Jun said, eyes half-lidded.
Sho did, and he resisted the temptation to dart out his tongue when Jun pressed the head of his cock over Sho’s lips, painting Sho’s mouth with his precome.
The desire to taste Jun made Sho feel hot all over, body flushing as a reaction. He wanted to lick his lips, savor Jun using his tongue.
“Open,” Jun said, and Sho parted his lips instantly, eagerly.
Sho moaned the moment Jun inserted the head inside his mouth, giving it a tiny suck and humming in appreciation and gratitude. Jun pulled back, gave himself a few strokes, and fed his cock into Sho’s mouth once more, going slowly and allowing Sho to take it inch by inch.
When the tip grazed his uvula, Sho’s eyes watered and he gagged.
Jun stepped back and stroked his cheek, his now-wet cock dangling in front of Sho.
“Open,” Jun said again, and Sho did.
Moaning around a mouthful of Jun, it took Sho a few tries before he was able to have all of Jun inside him by flattening his tongue. Jun pulled out and he gasped, threads of saliva clinging from the head of Jun’s cock to his mouth.
He parted his lips, and he hissed when Jun delivered a light slap across his cheek.
“You will only open your mouth when I tell you to,” Jun said.
Sho’s cock twitched as he nodded, snapping his mouth shut.
“Do you want my cock?” Jun asked, the slick sounds of him stroking himself ringing in Sho’s ears.
Sho nodded repeatedly.
“Beg me for it. If you want it so much, beg me.”
Sho’s hands were clenched into fists, and the cuffs bit at the skin of his wrists as he tugged at his binds. “Please.”
He caught Jun’s eyebrow quirking.
“Please, Jun.”
“Please what?”
Sho’s eyes drifted shut. “Please,” he whispered, “fuck my mouth.”
“Open,” Jun said in response, and Sho eagerly did, moaning happily when Jun fucked his mouth again. Jun rested one hand on the collar, using it as leverage to control his thrusts, going slowly before increasing his pace.
When Sho was getting used to the tempo, he couldn’t help groaning at the loss when Jun pulled out again.
Closing his mouth had him drooling, half of his face now wet with his own saliva, a trail of it tracking down his cheekbone and making him shiver, a low groan escaping from him.
He gasped when Jun delivered another slap across his cheek. “Did I tell you to open?”
“No,” Sho said, knees shaking. He wanted to close his thighs to feel even just a bit of friction on his cock, but he wasn’t allowed to, wasn’t ordered to.
“What if I leave you like this?” Jun asked, voice stern. If it wasn’t for the sensation of his hard and wet cock resting right against Sho’s cheek, Sho would have considered the possibility of Jun leaving him hanging.
Still, he played along. “Please don’t.” He turned his head to the side to have Jun’s length touch his lips, giving it tiny sucks. He wanted it in his mouth, wanted Jun’s cock to grow thicker and heavier with his lips around it.
Sho received another slap that made him inhale in surprise.
“Look at you, so hungry for it,” Jun said, one hand gripping the base of his length before dragging it over Sho’s face, precome and saliva smeared on Sho’s cheeks. Instinctively, Sho followed where Jun dragged his length, until Jun rested the tip over Sho’s philtrum.
Sho had to extend his neck further to have his lips touch the cockhead, but it was worth it. He tasted Jun’s precome when he tongued at the slit, and his body involuntarily writhed on top of the sheets.
“Do you want it?” Jun asked. “Do you want it in your mouth?”
Sho nodded repeatedly. “Yes,” he uttered shakily, the vibrations of each syllable transferring to Jun’s length and making it twitch excitedly over Sho’s mouth.
Sho was salivating, tongue darting out eagerly to give kittenish licks at the foreskin. “Yes, please.”
“Beg,” Jun whispered, and Sho saw the way Jun was clenching his jaw. “Beg for my cock.”
“Please, Matsumoto-san,” he choked, mouth trembling in anticipation. Jun tightened his grip on his cock, eyes widening fractionally. “I want your cock. Please give me your cock.”
Jun stepped forward, keeping his hold firm around the base of his length and angling it upward so he could rest his balls over Sho’s mouth. “Lick.”
Sho was more than happy to, protruding his tongue and lapping at Jun’s balls. He wanted to suck at each, but he wasn’t ordered to so he contented himself with getting just a taste of Jun.
Jun was panting when he leaned back. “Open,” he grunted, and Sho was ready to.
Jun pushed all the way in, not easing himself out even as Sho choked in surprise. Then once Sho was able to overcome his gag reflex, Jun began thrusting.
“Hollow your cheeks,” Jun said, voice growing deeper and breathier with each snap of his hips. “Fuck, Sho.”
Sho was pulling at his restraints, not caring if the metal would leave red marks around his wrists and he ankles. His cock demanded attention as it got harder with the obscene sounds of Jun fucking his mouth steadily.
Sho’s spine curved when Jun reached over to pinch a nipple, twisting it in his fingers. He moaned around Jun’s cock, relishing the feel of his mouth being thoroughly used, savoring the taste and feel of Jun inside, fucking him as Jun saw fit.
Jun’s breaths came out in gasps now, head thrown back as he lost himself in using Sho to find release. Sho kept his throat open, letting Jun go as far as he could, then finally, Jun pulled out with a hiss, stepping into Sho’s space as he jerked himself to climax.
“Bare your neck,” Jun commanded, his voice strained. “Show me. Show me your neck.”
Sho tilted his head to side in cooperation. He focused on the sounds Jun was making, on the sight of Jun about to come on him, all over him.
“Come on me,” Sho uttered, wanting it, cock twitching at the thought of it. “Please come on me.”
Slick sounds were the only things Sho could hear apart from his raging heartbeat. There was a brief moment of him meeting Jun’s line of sight, then Jun’s eyes slid shut, face contorting in pleasure, a low moan escaping from his full lips as he came. His release covered most of the collar, though streaks of it landed on Sho’s chin and chest. Sho couldn’t help himself from moaning when he felt the warm semen touch his heated skin, his sore lips throbbing as he ran his tongue over them.
He felt used, and his body thrummed in happiness.
He kept his eyes open and looking up, watching Jun as Jun struggled to catch his breath. Jun was flushed, an attractive red bloomed right over his high cheekbones, making him more alluring in Sho’s eyes.
When his gaze met Jun’s, he saw something akin to pride in Jun’s eyes.
Without warning, Jun ran his hand over the collar, getting most of his own release on his hand. Sho’s body lifted from the bed when Jun began touching his cock, using his come earlier as lube.
“You’re so good,” Jun was saying, jerking him off quickly, messily. It didn’t matter—Sho was close; his toes were curling. “Perfect as always. So good and perfect, and all mine.”
Sho nearly whimpered, biting his bottom lip, hips lifting to meet Jun’s slick hand.
“Come for me,” Jun said, his other hand reaching to squeeze Sho’s balls. “Come for me, Sho. Only for me.”
Sho needed no other push, body arching as his thighs trembled. He spilled all over himself, his come hitting his stomach, some of it getting in Jun’s hand. He found himself not caring about the stickiness, his mind still trapped in a state of bliss.
When Sho acquired his bearings back, Jun was stroking the inside of his thighs and watching his face. Jun had zipped up, but his dress shirt was drenched in sweat, giving Sho a view of his muscular chest underneath.
Jun was merely looking at him, eyes never straying from his face. Sho was aware he looked like mess—mouth swollen and red, half of his face drenched in his own spit, his entire body flushed and sweating, come crusting on his chin, chest, and abdomen.
He was the perfect depiction of debauchery, and he was thrilled that Jun was the only person who could see him like this.
Without saying anything, Jun began unlocking the cuffs. Sho immediately stretched his legs on the bed as soon as he was free, humming in contentment as Jun moved to massage his wrists and ankles.
“You’re filthy,” Jun told him, but he didn’t sound displeased.
“I can’t feel my lips,” Sho admitted.
Jun’s face broke into a smile, then Jun coaxed him to a sitting position. “Come,” Jun said, his mouth resting right on Sho’s temple, “let’s get you cleaned up.”
Jun ushered him to the bathroom and inside the bathtub. Jun perched himself on a stool as the two of them waited for the tub to fill.
“Lower your head,” Jun said softly, and Sho felt him unbuckling the collar.
“Can I see it?” Sho asked once the collar was off him and was in Jun’s hands.
“It’s yours,” Jun told him, handing it over.
Sho’s earlier suspicion proved to be true: hidden from view was the kanji of his name debossed on the inside of the collar. Sho ran his fingers over it, liking how it felt under his touch.
“I will have to clean that though,” Jun said as he reached for a bath sponge, soap, and shampoo. “When you’re done with your bath.”
Sho handed the collar back to Jun, smiling. “Clean it,” he said, his grin growing wider at Jun’s eyes narrowing, “so I can wear it again.”
Jun said nothing, but as he began lathering soap on Sho’s back, Sho caught him smiling.
“Hungry?” Jun asked when he was massaging Sho’s scalp after applying shampoo on Sho’s hair.
Sho hummed in agreement.
“How does omurice sound?”
“Perfect,” Sho said with a grin, “that sounds perfect.”
“Later then,” Jun promised. “After this.”
Sho sat in the tub, shutting his eyes and sinking into contentment as he allowed Jun to finish bathing him.
“Lean back,” Jun said later, when Sho was clean and Jun started draining the tub.
Sho did, and his eyes snapped open when he felt Jun’s palms lathering shaving cream on his jaw.
“Felt a little rough earlier,” Jun explained, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He reached for the razor and dragged it slowly over the angle of Sho’s jaw.
Sho wanted to speak, but he waited when Jun put the razor down to wipe it off. “Are you going to shave my pubes too?” he joked, laughing a bit.
Jun shot him a look. “You can do that yourself.”
“Do you prefer me shaved or not?” Sho asked with a grin. “I never asked.”
“Well, in the event that I put my mouth on you,” Jun began, voice dropping suggestively and making Sho lick his lips nervously, “I would prefer not to be tickled by any coarse hair.” Jun lifted the razor once more. “Now shut up and let me finish this.”
“I can do it myself,” Sho uttered quietly.
“I know,” Jun said, giving him another look.
Sho leaned back in defeat, allowing Jun to shave what was left of his barely-noticeable stubble. When Jun was done rinsing off the leftover shaving cream and was applying aftershave—Sho tried not to be too thrilled at sharing Jun’s scent, but it was difficult when Jun did everything with the same deliberateness—, Sho felt Jun’s thumbs lingering on his lips.
The temptation to press chaste kisses on Jun’s fingerpads was overwhelming.
“I like your mouth,” Jun murmured, then he blinked as if he was surprised that he’d declared that out loud, thumbs halting right over Sho’s lips.
“Because of what it can do?” Sho asked quickly, trying to lighten the mood. He gave a tiny smile.
“Overconfident?” Jun asked back, withdrawing.
“I was able to take all of you a while ago,” Sho recalled.
One of Jun’s eyebrows arched. “After gagging a few times.” Jun patted his cheek thrice. “I won’t be so lenient next time.”
Sho moistened his lips at the thought of a next time.
After his bath, as promised, Jun made omurice, which Sho finished every bite of. Sho waited for Jun to begin collecting the used plates and glasses before he pulled out the pack of silken socks that he had in the back pocket of his jeans.
He handed it to Jun, who accepted it with a frown.
“Souvenir,” Sho said, trying to make it casual despite being unable to look at Jun. “From Gunma.”
Jun opened the pack in front of him, feeling the material under his fingertips. “It’s very fine.”
“It’s silk,” Sho explained. “You do wear socks to work, right?”
“That’s right,” Jun said, placing the socks back in their packaging. “Thank you. It’s a lovely gift.”
Not as lovely as Jun’s, Sho thought.
Sho gave the briefest of head tilts for a nod.
“Do you want dessert?” Jun asked suddenly. “I have cheesecake.”
Sho perked up, smiling. “I love cheesecake.”
--
If someone were to ask Sho to name a few of his favorite things, Jun would rank high on his list. Not that he saw Jun as a thing, but he had this...thing with Jun that never failed to satisfy him and make him happy.
It wasn’t dating, but they weren’t just fucking either. In fact, despite the duration of their arrangement, they never came close to actually fucking, save for last Saturday in which Sho’s first actual encounter with Jun’s cock had him taking all of it down his throat.
Which he didn’t mind.
What he had with Jun wasn’t something that bothered him; he wasn’t particular with labels. But whenever he’d let his thoughts drift to it during his boring work shifts, he’d come to realize that no other word felt as appropriate as Saturday.
On Saturdays, particularly in the evenings, he was Jun’s.
It was one of those things that had become a constant in Sho’s life.
He was having lunch with Ohno when the man addressed Sho’s signup for In the Room.
“Do you still use that website?” Ohno asked, watching him drink his latte.
“No,” Sho said. He’d gotten a couple of email alerts, telling him that he had some private messages awaiting reply, but while he did check them, he hadn’t felt like replying to anyone.
“Oh. I thought you still were because you no longer look sex-starved,” Ohno said nonchalantly, making Sho choke on his drink.
Sho looked around before hissing, “Must you really put it like that?”
“It’s true though,” Ohno told him, shrugging his shoulders. “You don’t whine about finding an awful profile on Tinder anymore. Is there someone now? Someone stable?”
“Stable, yes,” Sho replied. “Having someone, that depends.”
Ohno was frowning now. “Depends on what?”
Jun wasn’t his boyfriend. Jun was, to put it simply, Sho’s Saturday Dom, someone who always cooked for him and sometimes brought him to good restaurants after their meeting. Jun had recently given him a gift, but it wasn’t the kind of gift that Sho could disclose to anyone.
“Depends on what you mean with ‘someone’,” Sho clarified.
“Ah, you’ve got a fuck buddy?” Ohno asked, smiling a bit.
“Not exactly,” Sho said, face scrunching a little. He and Jun had never even kissed.
“Friends with benefits?”
Sho chuckled. “Close enough.”
“Are you happy?” Ohno asked suddenly, expression shifting to concern.
That question made Sho remember the nights he’d spent in Jun’s place, all the good food and great wine that he’d consumed, all the things Jun had him do because he’d consented to them.
He was satisfied with their setup.
He was happy, but only to a certain extent.
“I think so,” Sho said anyway, not ready to address his true feelings until he was sure.
“That’s great,” Ohno told him with a small grin. “If you think you’re happy, that sounds good enough.”
“And yet,” Sho started, and immediately Ohno’s expression shifted to a frown, “sometimes I find myself wanting more.”
“More?” Ohno repeated.
“But I can’t ask for it because that’s not what we agreed on,” Sho continued, not bothering to explain. With Ohno, he rarely needed to explain; the man often didn’t ask and was content to listen to what Sho was comfortable to divulge.
“I can’t say I understand,” Ohno told him, placing both elbows on the table and leaning forward, closer to Sho. “But sooner or later, you have to address these things, Sho-kun. Once you’re sure, you have to do something about them.”
“I have to?” Sho frowned. “Why?”
“Because you might lose it, whatever it is,” Ohno said simply, like he knew something Sho didn’t. “Something tells me this isn’t something you want to lose, so make your feelings clear once you’re sure of them. I think the other party would appreciate that.”
Sho took a breath, letting all of that sink in.
“I can’t promise anything,” he said to Ohno, who only inclined his head, “but I’ll try.”
Ohno gave an acknowledging nod before flashing Sho a little smile.
“Another cup?” Ohno asked, lips twitching to point at Sho’s empty porcelain.
Sho pushed the cup and its saucer in Ohno’s direction. “Please and thank you.”
--
The talk Sho had with Ohno lingered in his head even weeks later. The more Saturdays he got to spend with Jun, the more he found himself wishing the hours would go slower so they’d have more time together.
After their sixth-month mark, Sho got more and more acquainted with Jun’s cock in various ways, though most of it had him on his knees and trying to take all of Jun to the back of his throat in the shortest time possible. He’d gotten accustomed to the taste of Jun and the feel of him growing heavier on his tongue, to hearing Jun’s appreciative sighs and groans.
One Saturday was made special when Jun finally fucked him as a reward. Apparently, Jun had won the favor of one company he had set his eyes on and became their official business advisor. Jun wanted to celebrate, and his email that week had him implying that they’d fuck tonight.
After all, Jun did list condoms in the section that had the items they needed for tonight.
Sho was on his knees, ass raised in the air and face mashed against the sheets until Jun tugged on the rope that held his wrists together to have him lift his trunk from the bed.
The rope served as anchor for Jun as Jun drove into him faster and harder, need intensifying with each erratic movement. The zipper of Jun’s slacks was a foreign feeling against the flesh of his ass but he relished in it, smiling in bliss each time his hips met Jun’s in a loud smack.
Jun finished ahead of him, grunting about Sho feeling so good and tight around him before letting go of his hold on Sho, allowing Sho to collapse back against the sheets. Jun slid out of him and he moaned at the loss, more so when Jun pushed him on his side to have him roll over.
Sho had been so close; he thought he’d be able to come just from the feeling of Jun finally fucking him, but Jun made certain he wouldn’t by putting a ring around his cock even before they’d gotten to the bedroom.
“Spit,” Jun ordered, pressing one of his ringed hands over Sho’s mouth.
Sho did.
With his saliva for lube, Jun got between Sho’s spread legs and fisted Sho’s cock, making Sho arch off the bed.
His hands still bound, Sho planted his feet on the mattress so he could thrust into Jun’s fist, chest heaving as his orgasm neared the surface.
Jun let him go and he groaned in frustration, but he felt Jun’s hands spreading his legs wider and he looked down, finding Jun leaning down, face so close to his cock and looking at him.
“What do you need?” Jun husked, breathing air against his cock.
Sho’s breath caught in his throat.
“Please,” he said between clenched teeth, “please make me come.” He’d settle for Jun removing the ring; he was so ready to come.
“No, that’s what you want,” Jun said. “I’ll ask again but this will be the last time: what do you need in order for you to get what you want?”
Sho moistened his lips, knees shaking under Jun’s firm grip on them as he understood what Jun was offering.
He could ask for Jun to take off the cock ring and Jun would. He could also ask for his binds to be removed so he could tend to himself, and he was positive Jun would untie him as soon as he finished asking.
But seeing where Jun was right now, what Jun was willing to give him provided he asked for it—
“I need your mouth, Matsumoto-san,” Sho said in a rush.
His cock twitched right in front of Jun’s face.
He saw Jun grin before Jun lowered himself, gripping Sho’s cock to guide it inside his mouth.
Sho moaned the moment Jun’s warmth wrapped around him. His heels dug on the mattress in an effort to reel in the orgasm and not to finish so soon, not when he was finally feeling Jun’s mouth gliding over his length.
Jun went slow, hollowing his cheeks purposefully and pulling off with a loud pop that echoed in the room before doing it again and driving Sho mad each time.
The damn red cock ring was preventing him to come, which he figured was Jun’s intention for putting it on him in the first place.
Jun rested one hand around the ring, meeting Sho’s eyes as he went for a thorough lick from base to tip. Sho’s mouth fell open, throat feeling too dry to form any words. Jun was lapping at the precome on the tip, not taking his eyes off Sho’s face.
Sho felt fingers tickling his balls and he nearly jumped, hissing at the feeling of being teased so wonderfully. Jun went back to sucking him, head bobbing steadily between his legs.
There was another obscene pop as Jun withdrew and Sho saw Jun relaxing his jaw.
“Are you ready to come?” Jun asked, licking his now-swollen lips. He gave Sho a few strokes, the filthy sound ringing in Sho’s ears.
Sho kept nodding, his thrusting into the air involuntarily, in hopes of having the bit of friction it needs.
“You’ve been ready the moment I started fucking you,” Jun stated, giving Sho a squeeze.
Sho nearly sobbed.
“You can hold on for much longer,” Jun said, using both hands on Sho now, wrists going in swift revolutions and providing the perfect friction.
“I can’t,” Sho breathed.
“Yes you can,” Jun assured him.
“I can’t.”
“Do you want to stop?”
Sho shook his head fiercely. “No.”
“Then you can hold it.”
Sho shuddered. “Please Jun, please let me come.”
“Soon,” Jun promised. “You can hold it.” Jun smeared his precome over the head, hands not stilling in their movements. “Hold it for me.”
If there was one thing Sho was a hundred percent certain about Jun, it was that Jun was a master at edging. Jun knew when to pull back and withdraw to let Sho catch his breath and have Sho’s orgasm subside a little before taking him to the brink again.
Sho knew that was what would happen tonight, especially since Jun had already come.
So Sho held on, clenching his hands into fists as he struggled to stave off his climax. His begging fell on deaf ears, and he tried to focus on regulating his breathing instead of Jun, since Jun returned to sucking him off.
The feel of Jun’s mouth was incredible with each smooth glide over his shaft, and the corners of Sho’s vision began whiting out every time Jun hollowed his cheeks.
“I can’t,” Sho said again, half-sobbing through each syllable. “Jun, please.”
“You’re doing so well,” Jun husked, licking long lines on his cock. Jun cupped his balls began rolling them in his palm, timing it with a flick of his tongue over the head. “I want you to count.”
“Jun—”
“And when you reach twenty, you can come.”
Jun allowed the tip of Sho’s cock to rest right on the flat of his tongue. “Start from one.”
“One,” Sho uttered shakily, ending in a moan as Jun wrapped his lips around him again. Jun abandoned going slow, instead taking Sho to the back of his throat. Jun’s eyes narrowed, as if he was bragging he didn’t gag unlike Sho had multiple times.
Out of breath, Sho kept counting, heat pooling in his groin as he got closer to twenty.
He was on nineteen when Jun pulled off him, shoving two of his own fingers in his mouth before reaching down. Sho’s hips lifted from the bed the moment Jun’s fingers breached him. He was still loose from earlier but he wasn’t expecting Jun to fuck him with his fingers, locating his prostate with little trouble and stroking it in circles.
“Twenty,” Sho choked, moaning Jun’s name when Jun finally removed the ring off him. He came in spasms, sobbing Jun’s name over and over as his vision snapped away and his mind blanked out.
He gasped when he felt a sharp sting on the inside of his thigh, and he immediately looked down, finding Jun sucking at the spot he bit at mere moments ago.
Sho’s mind was still in a state of bliss to fully comprehend what was happening. Jun was still sucking on the meat of his thigh, nipping at the flesh, and by the time he moved to loom over Sho, Sho was still attempting to catch his breath.
Jun brushed away the strands of his hair that had stuck to his face. The inside of Sho’s thigh tingled; and he now realized that what Jun had done would undoubtedly leave a mark on him.
Something for him to admire later.
“Roll over,” Jun said softly.
Sho did, eyes sliding shut the moment he had his face against the sheets. He felt Jun untying him, and once he was free, he rolled to his back and found Jun looking at him.
Sho was overcome with the desire to cuddle, to have Jun’s clothed body pressed against his own since he was beginning to feel so sore.
But he didn’t know how to voice that out.
Jun was eyeing his thigh, and Sho shifted slightly to get Jun’s attention.
“What do you need?” Jun asked softly, eyes snapping back to Sho’s face.
Instead of replying, Sho opened his arms in invitation, heart thundering wildly in his ribcage.
The look on Jun’s face registered pure shock, and for a few moments, they stared at each other unblinking.
Until Jun turned away. “I’ll prepare the tub,” Jun mumbled, getting off the bed.
Sho watched Jun walk away, trying to barrel through the sharp sting that had sliced through his chest. He lowered his arms in disappointment and hid his face behind his hands.
What had he done?
Instinctively, his body curled in on itself in shame at the blatant rejection he’d received from Jun.
He could hear the water running and the tub getting filled, and as soon as the soreness began to ebb away, Sho picked up his clothes from where he’d left them, putting them on with haste and not minding how sticky he felt.
He wanted to be away from here.
Sho lingered on the bathroom doorway, wondering if he could look at Jun in the face. He felt so stupid and pathetic, but he didn’t want to be rude.
He knocked on the door and only pushed it open halfway. “I have to go,” he managed to say. “I can get home on my own. You don’t have to drop me off.”
He could hear the faucet being turned off and he gripped the doorknob tight. Jun was approaching the door but Sho kept his gaze down. “Thank you for tonight. I’ll go.”
“Wait, Sho-san,” Jun said, but Sho pulled the door shut and made his exit, body operating on muscle memory.
Sho was able to reach the train platform before he registered the discomfort. His jeans grazed the inside of his thigh and he hissed, realizing that the mark Jun left on him had already chafed.
He checked his watch and the time read 12:03.
It was Sunday.
(4/4)
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