[ He scoffs, but only lightly, after which he falls silent. For a long while, he says nothing, enjoying the sensation and letting it clear his mind of everything. Once Umemiya stops, Endo twists to look at him and asks: ]
You wanna chill in bed?
[ He had grand ideas for how this evening would go, but right now, he just — wants to be close to someone.
[ He's just being a brat again — because he is Umemiya's submissive. And even so, that's what Endo wants right now. To be held.
Maybe they'll play later tonight. Maybe before Umemiya leaves tomorrow, if Takiishi isn't home by then. Maybe they'll simply fall asleep.
He thought he wanted to kneel, but maybe he just wanted Umemiya.
Not point in overthinking it — not now that he's so relaxed. Endo leads the way to the bedroom. It's a little plain compared to the rest of the house, not devoid of personal effects, but not filled with them, either. His bed is big, though, and his sheets are very comfortable. ]
[ It could be a serious suggestion...on another night. If Umemiya hadn't combed his hair, easing all of Endo out of his restless thoughts and allowing him to calm his mind.
But that doesn't stop Endo from turning around right before he reaches the bed to say: ]
[Umemiya lets out a fond laugh, reaching out to put his hand in the center of Endo's chest and shove him back onto the bed, to be clear he's absolutely not against using physical force to make him behave.]
[ Endo allows himself to fall with the shove, hitting the bed and exhaling a slight oof sound, though he's quick to look up at Umemiya with challenge in his eyes. ]
What consequence? This is perfectly comfortable.
[ He says this as he splays out on the bed, taking up as much space as possible with his limbs, claiming it all before Umemiya tries taking his big spoon privileges. ]
[Umemiya slowly stalks forward, leaning in over Endo, a knee coming to rest between his legs and a hand grabbing each of his wrists. And then he kisses him. Slow and warm and hungry, staking a claim on Endo, if not on the bed.]
[ As soon as Umemiya is kissing him like he means it — like Endo is his — Endo relaxes in his hold. He hadn't been planning on putting up a real struggle, but he had thought about playing around a little longer. But why would he do that, when the needs he has tonight are being fulfilled by the way Umemiya reigns over him, the way his knee nudges against him — the way Umemiya acknowledges him every time they touch.
He surrenders.
He therefore doesn't fight the hold, but he does arch his back a little — just enough to communicate that he's seeking more as he returns the kiss, slow but passionate. ]
[Absolutely not a sincere complaint. Umemiya murmurs it against Endo's lips, shifting his knee to offer more pressure.]
Think you can get yourself off against me, just like this? I've been wondering since that night under the mistletoe. What you might have done, if I hadn't backed down.
[ That sounds like a challenge — one that has Endo opening his eyes and grinning against Umemiya's lips. ]
'Course I can. Easy.
[ He speaks this against Umemiya's mouth, before lightly nipping at his bottom lip. Then, holding his gaze, Endo moves himself against Umemiya's leg, seeking that friction. He starts slow, just that first mild movement, a pause, and then he rubs against him once more. ]
[ It doesn't take much for Endo to grow fully hard. His arousal started the moment Umemiya shoved him onto the bed. Held like this, with Umemiya bearing down on him and that knee perfectly positioned against his cock, getting him all the way there is quick — almost too easy.
Not that he minds at all. Umemiya wants a show, and Endo will give it to him.
He rolls his hips again, still maintaining eye contact. The friction of fabric between his cock and Umemiya's knee feels raw enough to promise an ache when all of this is done, but right now, it's pure pleasure. Another roll of his hips, and that feeling grows — makes him tense with a burst of fresh heat within him, as though pleasure is warming him from the insight out. Then he outright bucks against Umemiya, and the increase in intensity makes him momentarily close his eyes, biting his own lip and stretching within Umemiya's hold. ]
Fuck...
[ Spoken in a murmur, softly, but with an edge that threatens to give way. ]
You're going to make a mess of those nice pants, and then I'm going to clean you up and make you change back into your pajamas before I cuddle you.
[And he makes that sound just as hot and mildly threatening as any promise he's made Endo while holding onto him. And then he bends his head down to nip at the skin right below Endo's jaw.]
[ In response to that, Endo tilts his head back and moans, but he doesn't stop grinding himself against Umemiya's knee. His range of motion may be limited enough, but it doesn't temper his fervor as he really gets to moving his hips, he pace growing quicker. ]
I want —
[ He is in no position to want; he's entirely at Umemiya's mercy, ready to come apart at the seams, those promises in his ear. ]
Please —
[ He rolls his hips again, and again, and there's a tenseness to his body now that proves he's holding back, refraining from loosing himself so he can say, breathily: ]
A kiss —
[ His lips are parted, searching — though not outright claiming. ]
[He could refuse, withhold the loss to wring more begging from Endo. But Umemiya is an indulgent Dominant. Endo gets his kiss, deep and warm, the sort of kiss that feels a little like someone trying to drink your soul.]
[ Affection is truly what Endo wanted from all of this — to the point that the deep kiss is almost enough to push him over the edge. But he wants to savor this for a little longer, and thus he slows his hips to focus on kissing back — and then, before Umemiya can pull back or otherwise break the kiss, he resumes rubbing himself against him, heightening back to a quickened rhythm, until he's on the cusp again. ]
[ That pushes him overboard — simple praise that he once might've scorned, now spreading pleasure throughout his body. He gasps, and the next roll of his hips sends him over the edge. Endo jerks against Umemiya's hold, cries out, and comes hard, his mind going blank.
In the immediate aftermath, he shivers with the aftershock and opens his eyes to meet Umemiya's with his own, his face flush, his heart still beating quickly, but a hint of triumph in his gaze.
As predicted, he's now a mess, but that doesn't stop him from asking: ]
[ Though his wrists are now freed, Endo's muscles feel lazy with the aftermath of pleasure — his limbs languid and unresponsive. He does need to clean up, but the effort seems too much, the distance it would put between himself and Umemiya not worth it. So he simply does not move, preferring his current position above all else. ]
I always thought I would fuck you.
[ His voice is a murmur, as lazy as the rest of him. His eyes are half-lidded. He feels the power of Umemiya's dominance, but his submissive headspace is a little different this time — more playful than fully submerged.
The words he speaks are true, despite the upturn of his lips. Back under the mistletoe, back before all of this — hell, even at the beginning of this, after that first session. Truthfully, there was only one person that Endo would imagine topping him — the only person who'd outright reject him. ]
I always thought you'd loathe me forever. That we would tear each other apart before sex ever entered the picture.
[There's a soft, startled little laugh after a second.] Of course, I also thought you were a Dominant. You put on such a good show of it. No one else gets to know this sweet pet beside me.
[ Tearing each other apart did seem inevitable; Endo wanted to, many times. Even more recently, he had considered it, though the feelings that fueled those impulses had shifted into something more personal — more self-defiant. He's never wanted to be vulnerable. He's never wanted to want anyone other than Takiishi.
But after the mistletoe, dominance over Umemiya seemed synonymous with sex. Endo thought about making him cry. He thought about breaking him, and wondered how much harder it would be than breaking Sakura. He considering bringing him home as a prize, tied up pretty for Takiishi.
And he might've. He wants to believe he could've. Endo is excellent at putting on shows and filling the roles required of him. He is not, however, a dominant. If it had gone a more violent way — who's to say that Umemiya wouldn't have looked him in the eye and ordered him to stop? Who's to say that Endo, desperate and lonely, would not have listened?
Those thoughts don't matter now. And Umemiya is right: no one else will ever get to know him like this — nor in all the other ways that Umemiya will come to know him.
In agreement: ]
No one gets to touch me like you do.
[ Which brings him to his original point: ]
You could fuck me, y'know.
[ Not a demand, not even a request. He states it as a fact. ]
I could. I plan to, at some point. But I'm cautious about doing it here.
[Where Takiishi lives, where he might walk in at some point. That feels...like a significantly bigger risk than he's willing to accept. There's a lot about what's going on between Endo and Takiishi that Umemiya doesn't understand, and he doesn't know how to ask.
So he doesn't, and exercises what feels like a reasonable amount of caution.
He's half-scared even saying that much is pressing a finger against a bruise.]
[ This reminder of their reality is necessary. Endo's caught up in the moment, in his own semi-confession, so he isn't thinking about much else. That's the point of these sessions — or part of the point. It's not that he doesn't want to think about Takiishi — he still reveres him, still devotes himself to him. Rather, tonight was about a break. A temporary seclusion from everything else — a means of preventing himself from thinking about the rest. But Umemiya is right in his implication. Endo would be devastated to have Takiishi come home to this, no matter how little Takiishi would care. It would feel like a double betrayal — because Takiishi likes Umemiya.
Logically, Umemiya enforcing boundaries is a good thing. So there's nothing logical in the way those words sting. Especially because, as Endo finally looks away from Umemiya, studying the ceiling instead of his face, he can't decide what bothers him most. If it's the fact that Umemiya is holding back, at a time when Endo needs — something; if it's the reminder that Takiishi wouldn't do this for him, regardless of whether he walked in on it or not. Or maybe Endo feels somewhat exposed for having said it at all. He's fucked plenty of women; he's gotten kinky in all sorts of ways. But this is different — personal. It's something he's always wanted from someone else.
Abruptly: ]
I wanna clean up.
[ His pants are cold and wet, something that didn't matter before but now stands out as too uncomfortable. ]
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[ He scoffs, but only lightly, after which he falls silent. For a long while, he says nothing, enjoying the sensation and letting it clear his mind of everything. Once Umemiya stops, Endo twists to look at him and asks: ]
You wanna chill in bed?
[ He had grand ideas for how this evening would go, but right now, he just — wants to be close to someone.
To Umemiya. ]
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[He has his bag of tricks, but he might not need it, if Endo's mind is someplace else. Instead, he's just content to 'chill'.]
I'm big spoon, just so we're clear.
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[ He's just being a brat again — because he is Umemiya's submissive. And even so, that's what Endo wants right now. To be held.
Maybe they'll play later tonight. Maybe before Umemiya leaves tomorrow, if Takiishi isn't home by then. Maybe they'll simply fall asleep.
He thought he wanted to kneel, but maybe he just wanted Umemiya.
Not point in overthinking it — not now that he's so relaxed. Endo leads the way to the bedroom. It's a little plain compared to the rest of the house, not devoid of personal effects, but not filled with them, either. His bed is big, though, and his sheets are very comfortable. ]
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[Whether or not this is a serious suggestion is pretty hard to tell.]
Or maybe I'd let you, but demand a forfeit, like blindfolding you or gagging you while you spooned me.
bed time for me :( i hope you have a good night!!
But that doesn't stop Endo from turning around right before he reaches the bed to say: ]
You're giving me reasons to rebel.
[ With a little smirk. ]
I might have to now.
Sleep well!
So long as you understand the consequences, brat.
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What consequence? This is perfectly comfortable.
[ He says this as he splays out on the bed, taking up as much space as possible with his limbs, claiming it all before Umemiya tries taking his big spoon privileges. ]
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He surrenders.
He therefore doesn't fight the hold, but he does arch his back a little — just enough to communicate that he's seeking more as he returns the kiss, slow but passionate. ]
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[Absolutely not a sincere complaint. Umemiya murmurs it against Endo's lips, shifting his knee to offer more pressure.]
Think you can get yourself off against me, just like this? I've been wondering since that night under the mistletoe. What you might have done, if I hadn't backed down.
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'Course I can. Easy.
[ He speaks this against Umemiya's mouth, before lightly nipping at his bottom lip. Then, holding his gaze, Endo moves himself against Umemiya's leg, seeking that friction. He starts slow, just that first mild movement, a pause, and then he rubs against him once more. ]
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Show me, slut.
[He's not going to do anything further to help. This is all Endo's show to perform. It was hot under the mistletoe and it's still hot now.]
oops i am still awake so here's one more tag
Not that he minds at all. Umemiya wants a show, and Endo will give it to him.
He rolls his hips again, still maintaining eye contact. The friction of fabric between his cock and Umemiya's knee feels raw enough to promise an ache when all of this is done, but right now, it's pure pleasure. Another roll of his hips, and that feeling grows — makes him tense with a burst of fresh heat within him, as though pleasure is warming him from the insight out. Then he outright bucks against Umemiya, and the increase in intensity makes him momentarily close his eyes, biting his own lip and stretching within Umemiya's hold. ]
Fuck...
[ Spoken in a murmur, softly, but with an edge that threatens to give way. ]
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[And he makes that sound just as hot and mildly threatening as any promise he's made Endo while holding onto him. And then he bends his head down to nip at the skin right below Endo's jaw.]
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I want —
[ He is in no position to want; he's entirely at Umemiya's mercy, ready to come apart at the seams, those promises in his ear. ]
Please —
[ He rolls his hips again, and again, and there's a tenseness to his body now that proves he's holding back, refraining from loosing himself so he can say, breathily: ]
A kiss —
[ His lips are parted, searching — though not outright claiming. ]
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In the immediate aftermath, he shivers with the aftershock and opens his eyes to meet Umemiya's with his own, his face flush, his heart still beating quickly, but a hint of triumph in his gaze.
As predicted, he's now a mess, but that doesn't stop him from asking: ]
How was that?
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[Umemiya meets Endo's eyes, moving his leg so he's straddling Endo instead, letting go of his wrists.]
Let me know when you want me to let you up to clean yourself up. But don't feel you need to rush about it.
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I always thought I would fuck you.
[ His voice is a murmur, as lazy as the rest of him. His eyes are half-lidded. He feels the power of Umemiya's dominance, but his submissive headspace is a little different this time — more playful than fully submerged.
The words he speaks are true, despite the upturn of his lips. Back under the mistletoe, back before all of this — hell, even at the beginning of this, after that first session. Truthfully, there was only one person that Endo would imagine topping him — the only person who'd outright reject him. ]
I bet you always assumed you'd fuck me.
[ He raises himself up on his elbows. ]
Hmm?
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[There's a soft, startled little laugh after a second.] Of course, I also thought you were a Dominant. You put on such a good show of it. No one else gets to know this sweet pet beside me.
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But after the mistletoe, dominance over Umemiya seemed synonymous with sex. Endo thought about making him cry. He thought about breaking him, and wondered how much harder it would be than breaking Sakura. He considering bringing him home as a prize, tied up pretty for Takiishi.
And he might've. He wants to believe he could've. Endo is excellent at putting on shows and filling the roles required of him. He is not, however, a dominant. If it had gone a more violent way — who's to say that Umemiya wouldn't have looked him in the eye and ordered him to stop? Who's to say that Endo, desperate and lonely, would not have listened?
Those thoughts don't matter now. And Umemiya is right: no one else will ever get to know him like this — nor in all the other ways that Umemiya will come to know him.
In agreement: ]
No one gets to touch me like you do.
[ Which brings him to his original point: ]
You could fuck me, y'know.
[ Not a demand, not even a request. He states it as a fact. ]
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[Where Takiishi lives, where he might walk in at some point. That feels...like a significantly bigger risk than he's willing to accept. There's a lot about what's going on between Endo and Takiishi that Umemiya doesn't understand, and he doesn't know how to ask.
So he doesn't, and exercises what feels like a reasonable amount of caution.
He's half-scared even saying that much is pressing a finger against a bruise.]
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Logically, Umemiya enforcing boundaries is a good thing. So there's nothing logical in the way those words sting. Especially because, as Endo finally looks away from Umemiya, studying the ceiling instead of his face, he can't decide what bothers him most. If it's the fact that Umemiya is holding back, at a time when Endo needs — something; if it's the reminder that Takiishi wouldn't do this for him, regardless of whether he walked in on it or not. Or maybe Endo feels somewhat exposed for having said it at all. He's fucked plenty of women; he's gotten kinky in all sorts of ways. But this is different — personal. It's something he's always wanted from someone else.
Abruptly: ]
I wanna clean up.
[ His pants are cold and wet, something that didn't matter before but now stands out as too uncomfortable. ]
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Here's a threat: I could bring Takiishi home early. :P
omg if you're up for it i support this immensely
*cracks knuckles*
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