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Nicholas feels a little silly for letting Yuma convince him to do this. He’s always been very convincing, sure, flirty squeezes to Nicholas’ arm (let alone the purr in his voice when he compliments him) enough to send shivers up his spine, but never in his life had Nicholas thought that anything would be enough to put him in this situation.
The thing is, Yuma is really hot. This is something Nicholas has known for a while; recently, though, he’s noticed his attraction to him growing immensely. He has always been appreciative of a good muscle man every once in a while- someone who can throw him around a little, move him with ease- so thanks to Yuma’s newfound penchant for working out, he finds his eyes constantly lingering on the curve of a pectoral under thin fabric or the peek of a bicep from his sleeve. Not only does Yuma have his coy smile and charming confidence to pull him in, but he has the physicality to match it.
All to say, it didn’t take much consideration to get Nicholas here; all it took was a singular ask for him to be sitting on his knees on Yuma’s bed, fully naked save for a pair of cat ears on his head and a collar around his neck.
The position he’s in is made all the more embarrassing by the fact that Yuma isn’t doing anything. Nicholas has been sitting like this for a few minutes, still and waiting- he’d even prepped himself beforehand at Yuma’s instruction, leaving him a surprise and fantasizing about how tonight would go- but Yuma hasn’t made any move to touch him. Instead, he’s leaning back on his headboard fully clothed, a smirk playing at his lips and a look in his eyes Nicholas can’t quite decipher. It’s as arousing as it is off-putting; ashamedly, Nicholas can feel himself twitch with interest as redness blooms from his chest and spreads.
He musters up the best glare he can and shoots it Yuma’s way. “Should’ve told me if you were going to just stare all night, weirdo,” he mutters, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. “Bad enough that you made me wear all this, and you haven’t even kissed me yet, either. If you’re going to keep taking your sweet time, I can just get myself off and go.”
Yuma is entirely unaffected by the provocation, simply tilting his head to the side and lifting an eyebrow. “Is that how good kitties talk?”
Nicholas nearly chokes on his spit. “Oh my god,” he splutters, looking at Yuma in disbelief. His face is burning. Yuma is giggling quietly, nose scrunched the way it is when he’s amused. “Did you just- can you not just fuck me like a normal person?”
“Where’s the fun in that, though?” Yuma asks as his chuckles subside. Finally- finally he moves, crawling towards Nicholas and settling behind him, chest to his back. Yuma’s a little shorter than him this way- not usually what Nicholas goes for in a man- but he can’t fully bring himself to care when Yuma’s face sits perfectly at the junction of his neck and shoulder, breath fanning across his skin and mouth in perfect range to bite down whenever he wants.
His teeth graze the back of Nicholas’ neck, just below where his collar sits, as he speaks again. “Let me take my time with you,” he murmurs, hands snaking around his bare waist. His callused skin is proof of all of his time spent in the gym; Nicholas shivers slightly at the roughness, not forgetting to take note of the way they cover his entire stomach. “It’s the first time we’re doing this, after all. Won’t you be patient while I take care of you, kitty?”
“I have a name, you know,” Nicholas responds- he means for it to come out biting, cutting in the way his words would imply, but his voice shakes instead as he feels Yuma gently bite down on his shoulder. His snaggletooth may be gone but his canines are still as sharp as ever, and a jolt of pleasure courses through Nicholas’s body from the slight prick of pain as blood rushes south. He feels Yuma’s lips curve into a smile on his skin before he pulls back, and suddenly a large hand is cupping his cheek, turning his head to the side until they’re face to face.
“Maybe so,” Yuma drawls, voice steady, the cocky smirk he so often sports annoyingly hot. He flicks one of the ears sitting on top of Nicholas’ head and tugs at his collar. “But right now you’re wearing these, and-” his eyes travel down to where Nicholas’ cock is sitting, already hard and close to leaking. Nicholas silently curses himself for being so obvious. “-I don’t think you mind it that much, do you, kitty?”
Yuma lets a hand travel downward, stopping to rest on Nicholas’ inner thigh. His mouth finds a spot on his shoulder again, biting down as he gently pinches the back of the collar, and Nicholas has to fight off a whimper as he feels the leather tighten ever so slightly around his throat.
“Yuma,” Nicholas says- he tries yet again to sound snide, annoyed, but this time it just comes out a breathy whine. “Yuma, I swear on everything-”
Yuma clicks his tongue in disapproval, pulling back again. “Politeness is everything, kitty,” he tuts. “Try again.”
Nicholas grits his teeth, biting back yet another snarky remark as he turns his head to look at Yuma again. He’s smart enough to figure out by now that he’s not going to get what he wants that way- he’s used to getting what he wants even through his attitude, but it’s becoming more and more evident that it won’t work with Yuma. So, as turned on and desperate as he is, he’s going to have to swallow his pride.
“Can you at least kiss me, Yuma? Please?”
A slow, close-mouthed grin spreads on Yuma’s face, a small gap between the left side of his lips showing as a remnant of his snaggletooth days. Nicholas wants to put his tongue in it. “See,” he says, moving closer, “that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Yuma doesn’t give him a chance to answer before leaning up, placing his lips over Nicholas’. He’s insistent from the get go- his tongue grazes Nicholas’ lips almost immediately before prodding between them. It’s an awkward angle, Nicholas’ head craned all the way to the side and downwards, but the fact that Yuma is a stupidly good kisser makes up for it; it takes no more than 10 seconds for Yuma to pull a noise out of Nicholas’ mouth as he bites down on his bottom lip.
“So easy,” Yuma whispers as he breaks the kiss, smile crooked as he bumps their noses.
Yuma turns Nicholas around, manhandling him into his lap in a way that has Nicholas’ stomach turning before reconnecting their lips. He’s harsher this time, a hand wrenching Nicholas’ jaw down before he licks into his mouth. Spit drips onto Nicholas’ lip- his or Yuma’s, he can’t tell- and the way Yuma licks it up without second thought is enough to force an embarrassing whine out of Nicholas as he pulls away.
Like this, Yuma is a sight to see: hair beautifully mussed from Nicholas running his hands through it, cheeks red as he tries to catch his breath. His lips are a gorgeous pink, kiss-bitten and glossed with spit. He’s looking at Nicholas with an intensity that makes his breath catch and an emotion that he can’t quite place- something akin to reverence.
“Pretty kitty,” Yuma murmurs, swiping Nicholas’ bottom lip with his thumb. Nicholas’ stomach flips.
“Yuma,” he gasps. He feels desperate all of a sudden, grinding his hips downwards, whimpering as he feels the cotton of Yuma’s sweatpants against him. He needs to touch him now, get his mouth on him- he’s practically vibrating with want as he tugs on the hem of his shirt. “Please- off-”
“Since you asked so nicely,” Yuma drawls. He has that infuriating, annoyingly hot smirk on his face, eye contact only breaking for the moment he pulls his shirt over his head.
In front of Nicholas now is miles upon miles of smooth, unmarked skin- soft to the touch, he finds as he places his hands on Yuma’s shoulders. It’s clear how much his consistent gym trips have done for him; his chest and biceps have a fullness to them that wasn’t present before. Nicholas’ mouth waters at the sight of it.
“Remember, you have to ask for what you want, kitty,” Yuma’s voice cuts through Nicholas’ thoughts. His eyebrow is raised, the ghost of a knowing smile on his lips. “I can see you staring, you know.”
Nicholas is far past the point of caring about his dignity, eyes glazed over as he stares at the muscles on Yuma’s chest. “Yuma,” he mumbles- his tongue is practically half hanging out of his mouth in anticipation, throat bobbing at the sight. “Please- I want to taste.”
Yuma giggles, tugging on the collar around Nicholas’ neck to beckon him closer. “Do what you want, kitty,” he says softly, and Nicholas wastes no time leaning downwards. The skin is smooth under his tongue, muscles giving ever so slightly as he presses his teeth to them. He knows he can’t risk leaving any marks- it’s the nature of their profession, after all- but he can’t help himself when he bites at the skin gently, relishing in the way the muscle feels between his teeth.
Yuma groans softly, every ministration of Nicholas’ tongue pulling a sigh out of him. He smooths his hands down Nicholas’ back, squeezing at his waist in response to every particularly harsh bite. His hands travel down further and further, across his lower back and over the swell of his ass, until he suddenly pauses his movements.
“Nico,” he says, tone unreadable. No kitty, no teasing lilt to his voice- it makes Nicholas pause, pulling back from Yuma’s chest. “Yes?”
“What did you do for prep again?”
It takes Nicholas a second to remember what he’s talking about- the realization dawns on him when Yuma reaches for his ass again and taps his nail on something hard. Yuma is still white as a ghost, lips slightly parted in equal parts shock and awe as he searches for confirmation in Nicholas’s eyes. Nicholas giggles, shuffling so his ass faces Yuma, and there it sits- a plug with a pastel blue stone on top of it, nestled inside of him.
“Do you like it?” Nicholas purrs. He’s enjoying this brief role switch, flustering Yuma the same way he’s been caught off guard the whole night. “I put it in especially for you, you know. Because you said I needed to be a good kitty, and good kitties need to be ready all the time- ah-!”
Nicholas is quickly cut off as Yuma presses a finger to the stone, pushing the plug in even further. “Kitty must have been eager for tonight, huh?” There’s fake pity in his voice- as much as Nicholas hates to admit it, it makes something swirl in his gut. He hates how much he likes that Yuma can get back on his feet so quickly, turning it back on Nicholas within a second.
“That’s okay, kitty, I can help you. As long as you remember-” there’s shifting behind him on the bed, and Nicholas sees sweatpants fly to the floor before he’s suddenly empty, Yuma having pulled his plug out in one smooth motion. Nicholas gasps, elbows buckling. “-that you’re not the one in charge here, hm?”
Nicholas’ plan of surprising Yuma just completely backfired on him, he realizes- because instead of Yuma being stuttering and flustered, unable to speak, Nicholas now felt horribly empty.
“Yuma, please,” he pants, pushing his ass back against Yuma’s thigh, “Please- anything-”
Yuma only does his usual, tilting his head to the side with an eyebrow cocked. “Please what?”
“Yuma,” Nicholas says through gritted teeth, impatience growing by the moment. “Please fuck me.”
It’s not even a second later when Yuma pushes in, a smooth, fluid motion settling him all the way inside of Nicholas. A high pitched mewl escapes Nicholas’ throat as he feels him fill him, and Yuma adjusts the collar before leaning down to place a kiss on his shoulder blade.
“So beautiful, kitty,” he mumbles, and when Nicholas darts his eyes back to look, he’s stunned speechless at the sincerity in his eyes. Instead of looking at the expanse of open skin in front of him, or even where he’s entering Nicholas, he’s looking at the side of his face intently. It makes Nicholas shiver, equal parts affection and arousal running down his spine.
“Please move,” he nearly whispers, voice trembling.
The first movement steals the air from Nicholas’ lungs, the smooth rolling of Yuma’s hips making him gasp. Like this, Nicholas feels him so deeply, whimpering at every thrust; his hands flail before finding purchase on the bedsheet below him, scrunching it between his palms as Yuma fucks into him.
“So good, kitty,” Yuma pants, hand resting on the back of Nicholas’ neck below his collar, a slight pressure being put on either side of his neck as if Yuma was scruffing him. “You’re taking me so well, pretty.”
It’s clear that Yuma’s making the attempt to come off as nonchalant, but the wavering of his voice is all Nicholas needs to hear to know how badly this affects him too- that fact alone makes his stomach swirl.
“Not going to last too long, Yuma,” he says, keening at a particularly well-aimed thrust. “I’m already- almost there-”
“You can come whenever you want, kitty,” Yuma says lowly, strain showing more and more with every word he says. “You’ve been so good today, you deserve it, hm?”
It takes Yuma’s hands around his waist and exactly one more thrust to tip Nicholas over, gasping and shuddering through his orgasm. Yuma fucks him through it, his own hitting soon after and filling Nicholas up.
As Nicholas’ post-orgasm haze starts clearing, he vaguely hears Yuma mumbling words of praise to him. “-so good, kitty, you did that so well,” he’s saying, hand coming up to his chin. He kisses him again, but this one is softer, sweeter- there’s a tenderness in how he and Yuma treat each other now. “I’m proud of you,” he whispers as he starts cleaning him up, gently removing his ears and collar.
“Love you, Yuma,” Nicholas mumbles back, spent.
Nicholas feels his eyes getting heavier as Yuma finishes up, flopping down next to Nicholas. “I’m a cuddler post-sex, don’t say anything,” he laughs before wrapping an arm around Nicholas’ waist, bringing him close. Nicholas just sighs, snuggling further into his embrace.
There’s a pause, and then Nicholas can hear Yuma’s shit-eating grin as he speaks again. “You know, in this situation, a good kitty would- ow! Okay, okay, I’ll shut up!”