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There’s something almost comical in how eager Shinji looks as he kneels in front of you, barely able to keep his hands to himself while he watches you fasten the strap-on snug against your hips. His pupils are blown with lust as he watches you, licking his lips as he awaits for your orders. Usually, Shinji’s all for being a brat and doing as he pleases with or without your approval, but as you recall, he’s had a really rough week so you’re all for praising him and doing the thinking for him. He’s responding incredibly well to it, too; sometimes it’s nice to just be able to shut your brain off and do as you’re told, as long as you’re in the presence of somebody you trust. You feel honored that Shinji thinks so highly of you that he’d entrust you with his autonomy, even if it’s just for an hour or two.
You smile down at him as your gaze meets his. “You’re being so good for me, Shin.” You praise in a honeyed tone as your finger slips underneath one of the straps against your hip to make sure it’s secure, but not too tight as to cut off circulation or become uncomfortable later.
Shinji almost melts when he registers your praise, giving you a lazy grin in return instead of a verbal response. But the way his shoulders sag a little and he leans ever so slightly forward tells you all you need to know; he’s eating it right up. His hands jerk from where they’re resting on his bare thighs but he catches himself before he can reach out to touch you without permission.
And you’d hate to keep your poor, needy boy waiting for too long. You’re not cruel , after all.
Your hand wraps around the base of the fake cock fastened against your hips, stroking it slowly for Shinji’s viewing pleasure. “You’re an eager pup, aren’t you?” You ask rhetorically. Shinji’s eyes are fixated on your hand’s slow, languid motions, but he has half a mind to nod dumbly at your question. “I can’t believe how badly you wanna suck me off, Shin. I’ve never seen you so needy before.” You add. Your fist squeezes around the tip of the toy as you stroke it. Shinji’s eyes dull in a lustful haze. You can’t tell if he’s watching you and imagining that it’s his dick you’re jerking off, or if he’s just really into this whole strap-on thing. You’ll find out soon enough.
You take a step forward, letting go of the strap in favor of cupping your hand on the back of his head. Your fingers card through his blond strands gently as you give him a small push forward. “Go on, baby. Drool over it as much as your pretty little heart desires.” You quip. Shinji doesn’t even spare you a glance as he leans in, tongue lolling out of his mouth to lick a strip up the underside of your fake dick. One of his hands hesitantly reaches to hold the side of your hip for purchase as he takes the tip of the strap into his mouth, shallowly bobbing his head for now. You watch in amazement as the man underneath you starts to slowly take more and more of your length into his mouth, leaving the toy shining with his saliva every time he pulls away.
Despite not being able to feel any direct pleasure from his ministrations, arousal settles in the pit of your stomach as you watch him suck you off eagerly. Shinji’s eyes flutter shut and he lets out a soft moan which comes out as muffled due to the toy deep in his mouth. The hand that was resting on your hip leaves its spot to wrap around the base of the strap, stroking whatever he can’t quite fit in his mouth.
“Damn, Shin.” You mutter in astonishment, taking in the beautiful sight that is your partner kneeled before you, throwing all ego and pride to the wind in favor of sucking off the toy strapped to your hips. Between his legs, you watch as his poor, neglected cock twitches with arousal. He balls his free hand into a fist on his thigh, stubbornly refusing to touch himself. He’s a real mess, and he’s giving you one hell of a show. You want to reward him for how good he’s being for you right now.
Shifting your weight around, you push one of your leg forward so that it’s nudged between his thighs without accidentally driving the fake cock further into Shinji’s mouth – the last thing you want is to make him choke on it when he isn’t quite ready yet. Shinji’s eyes open when he feels the shift in your posture, glancing up at you with those pretty brown eyes in silent questioning. You smile down at him, brushing your hand through his hair again. “I couldn’t let my good boy all pent up and practically aching for release. Here’s what we’re going to do,” you instruct softly. Your hand shifts from the back of his head and travels forward to gently cup his cheek. Your thumb brushes against the soft skin, lulling Shinji into a sense of safety. “If you’re good to me and make a pretty mess on my leg, I’ll make sure to give that cute ass of yours a turn on my cock. Does that sound good, baby?”
Shinji pulls off your dick with a lewd pop. A thin string of saliva connects the head of it to his lower lip as he pants for breath. Both of his hands are wrapped around your thigh now as he shifts closer, rutting his hips against your shin and trapping his dick between it and his stomach. He whines, resting his cheek on your thigh and you click your tongue in feigned annoyance. “Who told you that you could stop sucking me off? You gotta make me cum too, babe.” You grab the base of the strap, gently tapping Shinji’s cheek with the moist tip of it.
“I’m sorry,” Shinji gasps breathlessly as he pulls his head away from your thigh, wrapping those pretty lips of his around the head of your cock again. His movements are uncoordinated and sloppy now that he’s also trying to get himself off on your leg. He moans and groans against the toy as he tries his best to settle into the same rhythm he had earlier, but he’s not doing a very good job at it. However, that doesn’t make the sight of him, all blissed out and needy, any less attractive.
His cock’s leaking an atrocious amount of precum on your leg as he bobs his head. You let out a hiss of pleasure; not because you can actually feel anything, but because you have a sneaking suspicion that Shinji is really into this and you want to give him the best damn experience he could ever ask for. “That’s so good, sweetheart. You’re such a good little cocksucker, aren’t you?” The filthy words leave your lips in a sickly sweet tone. Shinji’s hips stutter and you feel the way his cock jumps in pure arousal. He ruts against you with renewed eagerness. He takes you in deeper than before, nose pressing against your lower abdomen with each bob of his head. You can’t tell if he’s gagging or if he’s just whining around your length, but either way you’re incredibly satisfied with his efforts. You begin to rock your hips ever so slightly in time with his sloppy blowjob, hissing curse words underneath your breath. “Yeah, just like that, honey. Make me blow my load down your throat. You’re gonna swallow it all for me, aren’t you?” You mutter between gritted teeth.
Shinji’s arms wrap tightly around your thigh as he humps your leg like a fucking dog. His movements are getting even sloppier than before, and from the way he’s moaning like a whore around your dick, you can tell that he’s going to cum any time now. Your hand cards through his hair again, but this time you ball it into a fist to tug at the roots of his hair. The man underneath you lets out a broken whine and his hips stutter, painting your calf white with cum. He pulls off your strap, resting his head against your thigh with his eyes screwed shut as he rides out his orgasm for a few moments. “Fuck…” The man mutters once the pleasure subsides and he stills against your leg, sitting back on his heels. You gently comb through his hair with your fingers, giving him a few moments of reprieve.
“You’re so good to me, Shinji. You’re such a good boy.” You purr down at him before giving his hair a soft tug. “Now get on the bed for me. You’ve more than deserved your reward.”
The man’s eyes flutter open at the order. His gaze flickers down to your sticky leg and then flits towards the bed. “But the sheets–” You have to admit, you’re surprised he even has the energy to worry about the sheets right now.
“I’ll take care of all of that later, love. Don’t worry. I just want to make you feel good again.” You lean down and your hand migrates from his hair to cup his jaw instead, tilting his head up so you can press a soft kiss on his lips. “Just one more time, baby. Do you think you can take it?” You ask softly against his lips. When Shinji sighs in a manner that almost seems lovesick, his breath tickles your face.
He nods wordlessly. That’s not good enough for you.
“Words, pretty boy. I want to hear words.” You remind him rather sternly. Shinji gives you an exaggerated pout but he complies anyway.
“Yes, I can take it. I want it. Please,” he pleads, eyebrows drawn up in a begging expression as both of his hands take a hold of your hips. He knows damn well how weak you are for him when he begs you so pretty. A part of you wants to give him a lesson for trying to manipulate you into giving him what he wants, but you had told him earlier that brat-taming wasn’t going to be in the cards tonight. You refuse to go back on your word; tonight is about Shinji, and you intend on keeping it that way.
“Yeah? You want it? Show me how much, Shin.” You reply with a grin as you watch the man scramble towards the futon laid out on the floor next to the both of you. Surprisingly enough, Shinji doesn’t get on his hands and knees like he usually does when you peg him. Instead, he lays on his back with his legs spread, half-hard cock splayed against his stomach as he looks at you with that same damn pleading gaze from earlier. You almost want to swoon from how desperate he seems for something more intimate than just getting backshots. Instead, your grin widens as you join him on the futon, slotting yourself between his legs. Your strap-on, still moist from Shinji’s blowjob earlier, rests against his own dick. It earns a hitch of Shinji’s breath. “You’re so needy for me. Do you even know how desperate you look right now?” You rock your hips gently, thighs pressing against his ass as the toy rubs against his cock. Shinji tosses his head back with a muffled groan of frustration.
“Please,” he pleads again. The lack of sassy retorts makes you realize just how much he’s descended into some submissive headspace. Again, you can’t believe he’s entrusted you with all this, but you’d be damned if you let him down. His legs shift, wrapping around your waist while one of his hands reaches down to wrap around both his dick and the toy, trying to gain more friction.
“I know, baby.” You whisper as you lean down, brushing your nose against his cheek before planting a soft kiss on it. “I got you, pretty thing.” You gently pry his hand off and grab the base of your strap as you line yourself up with his ass. You can’t help but cringe a little when you realize you haven’t put any lube in that thing, and you doubt that Shinji’s saliva is going to be enough to make the initial penetration painless. “You know, maybe I should–”
“No!” When you begin pulling away to maybe grab a bottle of lube from the box in which you store the strap-on, Shinji’s legs pull you in again, giving you no choice but to go forward. His eyes are wide with need; he almost looks alarmed. Again, you open your mouth to try and make him see reason, because the last thing you want is to put your lover at risk of tearing, but Shinji pleads again. “I can take it,” he assures you in a wavering voice. His legs push you against him a bit more while his arms wrap around your shoulders, pulling you in. “Please.” Like the master manipulator he is, he embellishes his begging by peppering kisses over your cheeks and the bridge of your nose before planting one on your lips.
“Fine,” you mutter. You try to pull away from him to speak a bit more clearly, but one of Shinji’s hands cups the back of your head to keep you still while he kisses you again. This man is out of his goddamn mind, but you’re kind of loving it. “But you tell me if anything feels bad.” You add, though the words are barely comprehensible. You don’t even know if Shinji fully understood you, but he’s nodding earnestly anyway.
With one arm bracing your weight next to Shinji’s head and the other angling the toy against his entrance, you begin to slowly push inside of him. Shinji groans against your lips as you take your time, giving shallow thrusts to ease the tip inside of him. After a few moments of just trying to warm him up, he’s already begging for more against your lips.
And since you’re so eager to please him, you acquiesce without question.
Sooner rather than later, your hips are flush against his ass and Shinji’s breath hitches in his throat. “Breathe, honey.” You remind him softly as you give slow grinds of your hips. Shinji nods dumbly and obeys you without question as well. “There’s a good boy. You’re taking me so well, baby. Is everything feeling okay?” Again, another nod. You take it upon yourself to begin angling your hips in a different manner with each grind, looking for that particular spot inside of him that makes him crumble all too quickly. After a few attempts, Shinji’s back arches off the futon with a gasp and you grin. “There it is.” You mutter mostly to yourself.
For the first few moments, you decide to have some fun with just rutting the toy against his prostate and watching the way he squirms underneath you every time it brushes against that perfect spot inside of him. It’s only when he opens his eyes to look at you, another plea hanging off his tongue, that you begin to thrust in and out of him at a controlled, languid pace. The goal tonight isn’t to make him scream or to bruise his prostate. You just want him to feel good. You just want to ease him into hot, liquid pleasure that’ll have his mind go blank so he can forget about the bad week he had. So that all he has to think about is how good you make him feel, and how you do it with only love and adoration in your heart for him.
Shinji’s arms tighten around your neck, pulling you down until your chest meets his. You shift your knees on the mattress so that you can keep brushing against his prostate with each thrust. You dip your head, brushing your nose against the side of his neck before your lips meet the side of his throat. Your tongue peeks out to lick at his sweaty skin before you latch down on it, sucking a mark on the man’s skin. He lets out an unashamed moan, legs tightening around your waist. It’s getting hard to keep moving with how eager he is to just pull you flush against him, but you manage.
“You’re so responsive for me, Shinji. You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” You praise against his throat. The vibrations of your voice, paired with your words of adoration, send shivers down his spine. The man melts into the futon underneath you and you can tell how close he’s getting. You pair it all with a particularly deep thrust inside of him.”God, do you know how you’ve ruined me? You’re everything to me. I feel so lucky that I get to touch you like this. I fucking love you.” You clamp your teeth down on his neck. Not so hard as to draw blood, but just because you know it drives him wild.
Shinji’s entire body seizes underneath you with a beautiful gasp. His nails scratch at your back and his legs wrap around you like a vice, pulling you flush against him as he cums. His hips jolt up against yours, rubbing his needy cock against your lower abdomen in search of much-needed stimulation while he rides out his high with your name leaving his lips like a sinful prayer. You drag your tongue against the part of his neck you had just bitten, gently rocking the toy inside of him and milking every ounce of pleasure out of him.
As Shinji settles down, you stay still against him, bracing most of your weight on your forearms so that you don’t accidentally crush him while he’s still trying to catch his breath. Even now that the moment of ecstasy has passed, your sole goal is to make him feel wanted. You shift your weight on one arm as the other gently traces abstract patterns on Shinji’s stomach, peppering soft butterfly kisses on his neck with words of praise whenever they slip into your brain. Neither of you are in any rush, and Shinji seems happy to just lay there and take what you’re giving him.
After a few more minutes of silence, he finally says something for the first time as his fingers trace soft lines up and down your back. “I love you too, by the way.”
“Oh, so you were listening?” You reply playfully. “I’m impressed. Thought you were too fucked out or something.” For a moment, you fear that maybe your sass was ill-timed, but once you’re met with a chuckle that emerges from deep within your lover’s chest, your worries are quelled. Still, you wanna keep the sass mouthing for later, so you decide to speak again before Shinji has the chance to. “Still, I’m glad. I’m glad you seemed like you enjoyed yourself.” You gently pull out of him and make quick work of undoing the strap. You toss it somewhere near the futon, making a mental note to clean all of this up later.
Shinji’s hand snakes between your thighs and you stop him before he can actually touch you. The man pouts when his gaze meets yours. “You didn’t even cum once,” he whines in reply. Despite how he tries to come off as fine and ready for round three, you know damn well that he’s tired and he’s just doing this because he feels bad.
“So? It wasn’t about me. You had a bad week, and I wanted to try and make you feel a little better.” You let go of his hand and settle down in the bed next to him. Shinji immediately shifts to lay on his side, draping an arm over your stomach and resting his head on your shoulder. “And I think I succeeded, so I’m satisfied.”
“Well I’m not,” Shinji mutters in response, in that bratty tone you’re so familiar with. So much for him being a good boy. When he’s met with your glare, he quickly corrects himself. “No, that’s not– I’m fuckin’ spent, but–”
“See? You’re tired. We’re taking a rain check.” You interrupt him. He huffs again. “Yeah, yeah. Get some rest, Shin. It’s not like I’m going anywhere.”
“Yeah,” the man replies with a sigh that sounds a bit more content now. He shifts against you, lazily draping a leg over yours. His eyes flutter shut.
“I’m not going anywhere without you.” You repeat, leaning down to press a soft kiss against the crown of his head as he succumbs to sleep.