And the movements he’ll watch are the same that Chikusa did just a moment ago, head tilting back and botte lifted to his bloody lips. It leaves a smear of crimson against the plastic, a morbid print almost like lipstick, and then he’s setting it down again as he reaches for Hibari’s face to crush their lips together.
It’s not the best thing to do…. But he’ll do his best to manage.
Somehow Hibari knew it would probably come to this again, even with all his reckless posturing and threats. He didn't make any noise this time, but pulled back with all his might against the sickening heat of Chikusa's mouth. It was a bit too much like someone biting back and he was wholly inexperienced with this sensation.
He wasn't giving up just yet. For the most part, Hibari's lips stayed firmly closed until it became hard to breathe through his nose, then he struck quickly; opening his mouth just slightly enough to bite down and hold onto Chikusa's lower lip.
Ever since he was young, he’s learned to nurse his patience into something long and lasting. As a child, crouched in dirt and leave and stones digging uncomfortably into his skin, waiting for a house to completely empty or a mafioso to get into the perfect position, he’s had so many opportunities to have it stretch, and stretch. Some days, it’s his best use when Mukuro has better things to do and Ken couldn’t be relied upon to wait perfectly still if his life depended on it. Better than guns, better than knives, better than poison needles- patience is the assassin’s best friend. So he is more than fine with waiting Hibari out, small dribbles of water sliding down the curves of their chin.
And when that mouth finally slides open… Well, a gap is still a gap, and Chikusa forces the water in, losing some of it onto the floor or their clothes, but more than a bit of it managing to make its way inside. Even as he does that, however, he sets the bottle down, and reaches up… to slowly stroke Hibari’s hair again.
Hibari never had time for patience; he preferred taking matters into his own hands, and if there were more things for him to bite to death because he didn't wait, well then better for him. People appreciated and feared sudden action, and if Hibari wasn't good at that, then he didn't know what.
Except for this sudden action, and unfortunately, Hibari anticipated he'd be choking on water again, though this time far less made it into his mouth this time. Blood mixed in with it, and he was darkly satisfied by the taste of iron in his mouth. The warmth he wasn't familar with, but blood and pain, that was his thing.
...until a hand started to stroke through his hair again and he lost all semblence of being composed. That wasn't fair....it somehow felt really good in combination with this. Hibari let go of Chikusa's lip with a slight gasp. That was just unfair of him. He was almost wishing that instead of being gentle, his opponent would just bite him back and be done with this whole gentle bullshit....but that would be admitting he liked it.
He has to admit: the way Hibari gasps into his mouth at the simple stroke of his hand sends a soft shiver up Chikusa’s own spine. It’s not a sound he’s ever heard from the other boy before; it’s not one he thinks anyone has ever heard out of his mouth. Normally, such things don’t do much for Chikusa, but this… It feels like something he’s stolen.
There’s a temptation to do more, he can’t lie about it, but Chikusa’s control is another trait that he’s valued for. So he doesn’t press, just makes sure all the water that he could get in has done so before he pulls away without having to worry about his lips being literally torn off. One last stroke of his fingers, following the curve all the way down along Hibari’s jaw before he pulls away. That’s enough water for today, he thinks, so he picks up one of the gyoza to try his luck in this area.
It was most likely a good thing that Hibari didn't know what was going on in Chikusa's mind, too distracted by the myriad of physical signals he was now experiencing. There was the hand in his hair, the closeness of another human being, and something a bit strange going on in his nether regions. It was taking all of his willpower to ignore that, so he didn't even do much to protest other than shiver slightly as Chikusa ran his finger down his jawline and pulled away.
Hibari took a few deep breaths, as if the air could cool the heat on his skin. What even about his enemy manhandling him so was making him so nervous-or excited? He shifted again in his bindings, trying to move his legs to get rid of that feeling but they were asleep again, and Chikusa was already picking up the food.
He didn't want this; he wanted to be alone to sort through his problem, but Chikusa wasn't going away. He had to MAKE him go away. As soon as the fingers came near his mouth he bit into the gyoza AND the fingers carrying them.
...His fingers are going to have permanent bite marks on them, aren’t they?
Chikusa’s sole response is a quiet sigh, and he just nudges the gyoza deeper into Hibari’s mouth in hopes that he’ll start to chew. It’s a better result than he honestly thought he would get considering how things started between them, so he guesses a few bite marks aren’t too bad to deal with. Still, that was only one part of what he was noting.
What was much more interesting… was the way Hibari had taken in deep breaths as if to steady himself.
“Did you like that…?” An almost idle question, the knuckles of his free fingers brushing against Hibari’s mouth and skin. “I suppose a masochist would…”
Unfortunately for them both, Chikusa found the one term that Hibari already knew, which even with the other's fingers in his mouth, made the disciplinary chairman growl. He would unfortunately have to eat the food to talk, and his stomach unhelpfully reminded him that he hadn't eaten for hours in the most angry fashion. Hibari finally let go of trying to eat Chikusa's fingers along with the gyoza and swallowed his meagre meal, but not before breaking the skin again.
"I am NOT a masochist." Never mind that he always got a thrill of fighting and pushing himself to limits, and enjoying it when his opponent was strong enough to hurt him-or even being strangely excited when they somehow, like Chikusa had, captured him completely-but he wasn't.
He definitely wasn't.
Hibari leaned away from the touch as well. His skin has always been sensitive to touch, and now that he was confined like this, it was worse at sending laser sharp shivers down his spine, just to pool in his stomach again. It really was almost unconfortable, not being able to move his body at all the relieve anything.
"I'm not affected at all by whatever your plan here is." Another lie, a much bolder one. His stomach itself was hungry, but another part of him was hungry for something he'd never felt before, and wasn't quite sure he wanted to define it either.
Blatant lies, too, although Chikusa doesn't immediately call them out as such. Instead, having gotten food into him, he inspects his fingers, turning them in what little light there is and watching as blood curves and drips down onto the floor. How troublesome... He'll have to bandage this later, so that it doesn't get in the way of anything he needs to do for Mukuro.
Quietly, his eyes drift from himself to Hibari, all fierce stubborn pride and defensiveness. Things are becoming a little more clear now, he thinks, although he doesn't voice his theory just yet. It's clear to him that if he did, Hibari would react badly.... and he wants to test something first.
With his uninjured hand, he reaches over to stroke Hibari's hair again, waiting to see his reactions and lull him into the pattern again.... before he suddenly slides his fingers through the dark strands, digging his fingers in with a tight grip and twisting them as he yanks the Cloud Guardian's head to the side. Perhaps he's been going about this all wrong- perhaps a little roughness is exactly what Hibari needs.
Hibari still flinched slightly away from the hand reaching for his hair, but it was nothing new. He was honestly half expecting Chikusa to keep force feeding him, but it seemed he earned a reprieve for however long the other teen decided to act.
He really hated this waiting game. When was Chikusa just going to start torturing him and stop petting him very softly on the head, because that actually felt really nice and it freaked him out-
And that's the very moment Chikusa tugged on his hair harshly, catching Hibari off guard and drawing out a heated gasp from his mouth. The yanking of his hair hurt, but it was also electric, just like the hand still curled in the strands.
The cloud guardian's eyes were wide open trying not to concentrate on the fact that his pants were getting pretty tight around his groin. Why would something like that feel so good? He wasn't even fighting, it wasn't a wound from battle...
Exactly the kind of reaction he thought he would get, although expectation doesn’t stop his eyes from going a shade darker and a heat stir in him. It’s certainly new, feeling such attraction for someone else outside of their small group, although perhaps it’s because of the ties Hibari has to them even if it’s mostly Mukuro at this point. Right now, however, it’s all Chikusa who’s doing this… All reactions to him in particular.
….Maybe he can see why Mukuro thrives on Hibari Kyoya’s attention a little now.
Still keeping a tight grip on Hibari’s hair, giving minute little twists to keep him from getting too used to it, he reaches up to clean his other hand of the bloody marks. The blood is slow to well, which suits his purposes well. All he needs is a clean hand as he guides it down between the other boy’s legs, cupping the bulge there and putting pressure up against it. All the while, Chikusa maintains eye contact with him. “Masochist,” he repeats again in a quiet murmur.
Hibari didn't quite like the look in Chikusa's eyes as he stared at Hibari in his hands; it was similar to the one Mukuro kept giving him, once under the sakura trees, and ever since. It was like a predator, one that would make him feel weak if Hibari was actually capable of that.....
or if he was actually capable of moving more than a couple of centimeters. Instead, Hibari just glared back, unable to hide his own pupils blowing wide open as the hand tore into his hair. The hair-pulling was honestly driving him crazy, because not only couldn't he not move his head, but the pain continued in flashes with no time for him to adjust.
"Fuck..! You...." The words slipped out of his mouth as a half-blooded insult, as Chikusa's fingers crawled down to press the budding erection in his pants. Of all the things, he wasn't expecting that, and as inexperienced as he was, he had no idea of how to even react. His body did it for him instead, his hips pushing up into the touch, craving it practically, as the bar between his legs prevented him from doing anything else.
Half of him just wanted to try and rip off Chikusa's shirt right there and bite him into pieces, and the other just wanted to yell at him to do something, anything, kill him stab him, torture him, than whatever this was. His skin was hot and he couldn't sit still. The animalistic feelings towards the other had no outlet and instead just resolved itself in him feeling shaky and breathless, needlessly pulling at the hand in his hair.
"If you'd like," comes the dry response, the most to humor or sarcasm the other teen generally displays, but Chikusa isn't really paying much mind to the actual conversation. He's much more interested in what Hibari's body is telling him, hips pressing insistently into his hand.
So this is why Hibari comes to challenges Mukuro so much... Oh, Chikusa isn't naive as to think that it's the sole reason. There's no doubt in his mind that Hibari would tear out his master's throat with his teeth alone, if given the opportunity. Such a prideful creature... That loss must rankle at him still.
And yet there's a firm bulge beneath Chikusa's palm, an insistent press that he rewards as he grinds his had harder against him, that talks of other things which rankle at Hibari. Is he chasing this kind of feeling- of being trapped and used and toyed with? Well... Chikusa can't blame him for searching out Mukuro in that case. Him and Ken bask in similar attentions from their master, relieved in vulnerability so long as it's in his hands. Obviously that's where they and Hibari Kyoya differ, but...
Tugging Hibari's head to the side, exposing his neck, Chikusa leans in close and experimentally runs his teeth along soft skin. "If this is all you want, I guess I can do that much..." With his hand down between Hibari's legs, he eases up only to reach up to begin undoing his pants.
Hibari wasn't paying attention to anything but the pressure on his head and the teeth suddenly running a rough line down his sensitive throat. The weight on his neck wasn't an illusion, and Chikusa's breath on his skin wasn't either. Hibari gritted his teeth as goosebumps ran down his skin from that almost painful touch. Just tear into him already, devour him until there's nothing left...
"What. What are you doing, get your hands off-" The cloud guardian twisted in his bonds again, but his collar and arm restraints just creaked, holding him in place like a toy as Chikusa's fingers fiddled with the clasps holding his school pants together.
His struggling only brought him into contact with the hand again, further worsening the spreading heat. Combined with the teeth nibbling at his neck, it was far too much stimuation for Hibari to bear at once and he let out a gasp of air from the back of his throat to ghost over Chikusa's ear.
If there’s one thing bad about the current situation, it’s that the collar around Hibari’s neck makes it a little difficult to make full use of his lips and teeth against untouched skin. Still, Chikusa doesn’t let it bother him much, shuddering at the gust of heat burrowing into his ear.
“Are you scared?” he murmurs, tilting his head up so that his lips could brush against the soft lobe of Hibari’s ear. “I’m just going to touch you… Haven’t you ever touched yourself?”
Hibari thought the collar was bad for a very different reason, but he was a little distracted at the moment. He tried moving his head, his neck away from the biting teeth, but Chikusa's hands were still holding a deathgrip to his hair and the stinging in his scalp worsened.
And the taller boy's lips just whispering by his ear wasn't at all helping his situation; sending shivers down to where his dick was already hard and Chikusa's fingers were loosening the fabric that constrained it. They brushed-just barely-and Hibari had to bite down on his own lip hard to avoid making any sort of embarrassing vocalisation.
He wasn't scared, but it was out of his own control and he could do nothing. IF he'd ever read anything about how such a thing could actually be freeing and cathartic, it probably wouldn't have mattered, because Hibari didn't understand those concepts. He understood that whatever this feeling was, it was too nice to be real, too painfully good. "I never needed anything-like that. I don't need you to-stop it."
Hibari didn't even think about how his words could be implied differently, his hips were already moving again, up into the soft touch. He couldn't DO anything like this.
“It’s not about need…” But clearly, with someone like Hibari, the easier thing to do is to show him firsthand. So Chikusa pulls back, finally releasing his grip on Hibari’s hair as much as he had liked guiding the other boy that way. Shifting on his knees, he focuses all his attention on Hibari’s pants, finally undoing them properly and coaxing his aroused cock out. Really, even Ken has more self restraint than this…. Sometimes. But it shows his eagerness, which is good, and all Chikusa needs.
Letting his hand gently glide down to the base of Hibari’s arousal, he starts to lower his head, first letting a gust of hot air envelop the tip before he flicks his tongue out. The flat of it slides against the underside, at one distinct vein, and over the tip before ending with a flick.
This wasn't planned for at all. There were no regulations, rules, tricks or deceptions in Hibari's book that even began to cover this situation and he was left without a response.
Well, that wasn't entirely accurate. He did have a very big, horribly embarrassing reaction to Chikusa's action, and as he felt the breath of air on the tip of his erection, it end up something between a growl and a cat's meow.
"Fuck you. What is this. I-" Hibari was just going to stop talking at this moment before he did something even worse, because the cloth of his pants had stopped shifting around and now Chikusa's tongue was adding a light wet texture that somehow, made it worse.
Once again, the Cloud Guardian was made distinctly aware of his restraints; he couldn't move his arms or head towards the other teen to stop him or hurt him or tell him to just do it or WHATEVER-but the worst was the metal bar between his legs, which he finally had a slow, nasty, creeping realization of what it was actually for.
It was for this, prying his legs open and leaving him vulnerable and exposed for his opponent to come in and do whatever he wanted. Hibari was completely out of control, and now Chikusa was just teasing him with a single flick of his tongue. All of that just caused his problem to get worse.
Did he want to punch the other's face in and break his jaw, or him to continue? Both at this point. He wanted both. "I thought....you said...you weren't here to torture me."
It was fortunate for Hibari that it was Chikusa and not Mukuro doing this to him, and thus was the one to be privilege to that embarrassing noise which left his mouth. Mukuro would never let him forget it. Chikusa, of course, won’t forget that either, but he’s less inclined to mention it.
There are more interesting things to do with his mouth right now anyway.
“It’s not torture.” He ducks his head down further, taking care as he drags his tongue up all the way from the base to the very tip again, clearly used to such an action. “Fellatio… oral. Whatever you want to call it.” Even as he gives an answer, he can taste salt on the back of his tongue. Not an unfamiliar taste, and he’s not the one with an oral fixation out of their group…. But it still stirs the heat in him a little more.
Again, he ducks his head down, and again, and again, tongue lapping at the aroused cock he keeps in place with just a little guidance from his hands. It’s a good steady rhythm, one he doesn’t find much reason to change up besides the exact location, and soon enough, with the taste of precum in his mouth, he finally settles his mouth against the top of Hibari’s arousal again. His lips brush against the sensitive skin as he speaks. “If I just left you like this…. That would be torture.”
There was a strange rhythm coming from Chikusa's mouth around his dick, and he had to work to not let it lull him into a false sense of security. Even still, he was having a hard time concentrating, especially with clenching his teeth so tight his lip began to bleed.
He didn't care what it was called. An enemy doing this to him while he was enthralled and unable to fight back was torture in his books and whatever Chikusa said wasn't going to change that. What he DID, however, was driving him crazy, as the painful exstatic feeling got worse and worse. When Chikusa stopped, Hibari felt on the edge of something, though what it was he'd never experienced. Was this the so called high people talked about when they were copulating? It certainly felt like he wasn't quite all there.
He shivered and his toes curled as Chikusa's lips brushed over his sensitive skin and for a horrifying moment, he thought the other teen was being serious. "Don't you dare. Don't you. Dare."
“So you want it?” From over the rims of his glasses, Chikusa raises a slow eyebrow. “Then I don’t think it counts a torture then…” But then, perhaps that’s how he lives with himself. Perhaps the same kind of excuse that Chikusa thinks he uses for fighting Mukuro. If there’s another reason, then he can deny wanting it. Liking it.
Well, it’s still a clear signal anyway. Carefully, he brushes some of his hair away from his face to make sure it’s tucked into his hat, and then he begins to wrap his lips properly around the leaking arousal. It’s clear that he’s done this before, mouth going further down the hot length that’s filling it. In fact, while he doesn’t nearly have the oral fixation Ken does, it’s still almost reassuring to fill the hot heat of it weigh down against his tongue. Oral is easy. Oral doesn’t take much at all.
Especially since he doesn’t think it will take much with Hibari, considering he’s taking in all of him, right up until his nose can brush against his skin.
At this point saying he didn't would be a pathetic lie. He may have only wanted it just to find some relief and get Chikusa away from him, but he wanted it nontheless.
So needless to say, Hibari was extremely unprepared for the moment that Chikusa swallowed his whole length, up to the point where he could literally feel the other teen's nose on his skin.
It would've been impressive, if not for the situation they were in. Still, after Hibari got over the feeling of wet sliding around his cock, he found he couldn't speak anymore; or move. He was completely surrounded by the heat of Chikusa's mouth, the movements of the tongue stroking up and down, even the light feeling of the other's breath drove him over the edge.
It only took a few more strokes of Chikusa's mouth before Hibari saw white and finally came, wherever it happened to go. He wasn't paying exact attention to that, he was too busy weathering the rush of pleasure it drove into every muscle of his body.
After his heart rate calmed down, Hibari came slowly down from his high, eyes still closed in case he actually got a glimpse of what he just did. The sweat was making the leather bands around his arms uncomfortable. "What...."
If this were Ken, or Mukuro, he’d be able to tell the exact moment before they’d find their release- whether all over him or inside him one way or the other. Hibari, however, is an unknown, and his own orgasm catches Chikusa just a little bit by surprise. Still, while that makes it just slightly uncomfortable at the start, he adjusts quickly enough, the taste of salt going all the way from his tongue to the back of his throat. Only when the rush ends does he start to pull himself off of Hibari’s cock, lips pressed together tight as he swallows hard.
That lets him look at Hibari…. Every flushed and breathless bit of him, and Chikusa’s own breath comes out soft and shaking. It shouldn’t affect him this much…. It really shouldn’t. Yet that him of all people can drive someone like Hibari to this pleasure filled and speechless state. His own pants are hard, but he ignores it for the time being, instead focusing downwards as he does up Hibari’s pants once more.
And with all of that accomplished, he takes another piece of gyoza and tries to press it into Hibari’s mouth.
It was strange. After he had his release, he felt limp all over, like he'd just got done fighting some amazing battle, and almost...content would be the word if he still wasn't in the enemy's den. He still had a lazy energy to him that seemed to be sucking some of the fight away from his bones.
Not enough to stop Hibari from finally opening his eyes, staring down at Chikusa's head. He really didn't want to think about what Chikusa swallowed, nor what just happened; why had the other teen done it anyway? Was it to prove a point? Chikusa really didn't have a reason for doing that.
He didn't have much more time to ponder before a gyoza was shoved in his mouth again, and he nearly choked. Unfortunately, he couldn't really spit it out again because Chikusa's fingers were right there, but he wasn't hungry anymore and didn't want to eat.
Still, he forced himself to swallow the food so he could protest. "Is that really your only objective for something like that?"
Mission accomplished, Chikusa brings his fingers back to his mouth. After all, he is still bleeding, if slowly, and he doesn’t want to make much of a mess of his uniform. Sucking at the blood, his gaze flicks back up to Hibari and, mouth busy, he simply shakes his head. Although… that brings up the question:
Why had he gone through with it?
Well, the pressure against his pants gives him the obvious answer. As much as Hibari had liked the attention, Chikusa supposes he had liked giving it, had liked being in control of one of the strongest people in the world. It hadn’t been too much effort, either, just the practice of something easy that he had done a dozen times before. Oral is easy. Other such acts require a little more effort.
“I wanted to,” is his answer in the end, with his fingers cleaned. “And you wanted it. It’s not that hard…” Well, ‘it’ wasn’t hard any longer, but that was likely a joke that Hibari wouldn’t appreciate. “It felt good, didn’t it?”
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It’s not the best thing to do…. But he’ll do his best to manage.
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He wasn't giving up just yet. For the most part, Hibari's lips stayed firmly closed until it became hard to breathe through his nose, then he struck quickly; opening his mouth just slightly enough to bite down and hold onto Chikusa's lower lip.
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And when that mouth finally slides open… Well, a gap is still a gap, and Chikusa forces the water in, losing some of it onto the floor or their clothes, but more than a bit of it managing to make its way inside. Even as he does that, however, he sets the bottle down, and reaches up… to slowly stroke Hibari’s hair again.
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Except for this sudden action, and unfortunately, Hibari anticipated he'd be choking on water again, though this time far less made it into his mouth this time. Blood mixed in with it, and he was darkly satisfied by the taste of iron in his mouth. The warmth he wasn't familar with, but blood and pain, that was his thing.
...until a hand started to stroke through his hair again and he lost all semblence of being composed. That wasn't fair....it somehow felt really good in combination with this. Hibari let go of Chikusa's lip with a slight gasp. That was just unfair of him. He was almost wishing that instead of being gentle, his opponent would just bite him back and be done with this whole gentle bullshit....but that would be admitting he liked it.
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There’s a temptation to do more, he can’t lie about it, but Chikusa’s control is another trait that he’s valued for. So he doesn’t press, just makes sure all the water that he could get in has done so before he pulls away without having to worry about his lips being literally torn off. One last stroke of his fingers, following the curve all the way down along Hibari’s jaw before he pulls away. That’s enough water for today, he thinks, so he picks up one of the gyoza to try his luck in this area.
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Hibari took a few deep breaths, as if the air could cool the heat on his skin. What even about his enemy manhandling him so was making him so nervous-or excited? He shifted again in his bindings, trying to move his legs to get rid of that feeling but they were asleep again, and Chikusa was already picking up the food.
He didn't want this; he wanted to be alone to sort through his problem, but Chikusa wasn't going away. He had to MAKE him go away. As soon as the fingers came near his mouth he bit into the gyoza AND the fingers carrying them.
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Chikusa’s sole response is a quiet sigh, and he just nudges the gyoza deeper into Hibari’s mouth in hopes that he’ll start to chew. It’s a better result than he honestly thought he would get considering how things started between them, so he guesses a few bite marks aren’t too bad to deal with. Still, that was only one part of what he was noting.
What was much more interesting… was the way Hibari had taken in deep breaths as if to steady himself.
“Did you like that…?” An almost idle question, the knuckles of his free fingers brushing against Hibari’s mouth and skin. “I suppose a masochist would…”
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"I am NOT a masochist." Never mind that he always got a thrill of fighting and pushing himself to limits, and enjoying it when his opponent was strong enough to hurt him-or even being strangely excited when they somehow, like Chikusa had, captured him completely-but he wasn't.
He definitely wasn't.
Hibari leaned away from the touch as well. His skin has always been sensitive to touch, and now that he was confined like this, it was worse at sending laser sharp shivers down his spine, just to pool in his stomach again. It really was almost unconfortable, not being able to move his body at all the relieve anything.
"I'm not affected at all by whatever your plan here is." Another lie, a much bolder one. His stomach itself was hungry, but another part of him was hungry for something he'd never felt before, and wasn't quite sure he wanted to define it either.
"So get your hands away from me."
Lies.
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Quietly, his eyes drift from himself to Hibari, all fierce stubborn pride and defensiveness. Things are becoming a little more clear now, he thinks, although he doesn't voice his theory just yet. It's clear to him that if he did, Hibari would react badly.... and he wants to test something first.
With his uninjured hand, he reaches over to stroke Hibari's hair again, waiting to see his reactions and lull him into the pattern again.... before he suddenly slides his fingers through the dark strands, digging his fingers in with a tight grip and twisting them as he yanks the Cloud Guardian's head to the side. Perhaps he's been going about this all wrong- perhaps a little roughness is exactly what Hibari needs.
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He really hated this waiting game. When was Chikusa just going to start torturing him and stop petting him very softly on the head, because that actually felt really nice and it freaked him out-
And that's the very moment Chikusa tugged on his hair harshly, catching Hibari off guard and drawing out a heated gasp from his mouth. The yanking of his hair hurt, but it was also electric, just like the hand still curled in the strands.
The cloud guardian's eyes were wide open trying not to concentrate on the fact that his pants were getting pretty tight around his groin. Why would something like that feel so good? He wasn't even fighting, it wasn't a wound from battle...
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….Maybe he can see why Mukuro thrives on Hibari Kyoya’s attention a little now.
Still keeping a tight grip on Hibari’s hair, giving minute little twists to keep him from getting too used to it, he reaches up to clean his other hand of the bloody marks. The blood is slow to well, which suits his purposes well. All he needs is a clean hand as he guides it down between the other boy’s legs, cupping the bulge there and putting pressure up against it. All the while, Chikusa maintains eye contact with him. “Masochist,” he repeats again in a quiet murmur.
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or if he was actually capable of moving more than a couple of centimeters. Instead, Hibari just glared back, unable to hide his own pupils blowing wide open as the hand tore into his hair. The hair-pulling was honestly driving him crazy, because not only couldn't he not move his head, but the pain continued in flashes with no time for him to adjust.
"Fuck..! You...." The words slipped out of his mouth as a half-blooded insult, as Chikusa's fingers crawled down to press the budding erection in his pants. Of all the things, he wasn't expecting that, and as inexperienced as he was, he had no idea of how to even react. His body did it for him instead, his hips pushing up into the touch, craving it practically, as the bar between his legs prevented him from doing anything else.
Half of him just wanted to try and rip off Chikusa's shirt right there and bite him into pieces, and the other just wanted to yell at him to do something, anything, kill him stab him, torture him, than whatever this was. His skin was hot and he couldn't sit still. The animalistic feelings towards the other had no outlet and instead just resolved itself in him feeling shaky and breathless, needlessly pulling at the hand in his hair.
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So this is why Hibari comes to challenges Mukuro so much... Oh, Chikusa isn't naive as to think that it's the sole reason. There's no doubt in his mind that Hibari would tear out his master's throat with his teeth alone, if given the opportunity. Such a prideful creature... That loss must rankle at him still.
And yet there's a firm bulge beneath Chikusa's palm, an insistent press that he rewards as he grinds his had harder against him, that talks of other things which rankle at Hibari. Is he chasing this kind of feeling- of being trapped and used and toyed with? Well... Chikusa can't blame him for searching out Mukuro in that case. Him and Ken bask in similar attentions from their master, relieved in vulnerability so long as it's in his hands. Obviously that's where they and Hibari Kyoya differ, but...
Tugging Hibari's head to the side, exposing his neck, Chikusa leans in close and experimentally runs his teeth along soft skin. "If this is all you want, I guess I can do that much..." With his hand down between Hibari's legs, he eases up only to reach up to begin undoing his pants.
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"What. What are you doing, get your hands off-" The cloud guardian twisted in his bonds again, but his collar and arm restraints just creaked, holding him in place like a toy as Chikusa's fingers fiddled with the clasps holding his school pants together.
His struggling only brought him into contact with the hand again, further worsening the spreading heat. Combined with the teeth nibbling at his neck, it was far too much stimuation for Hibari to bear at once and he let out a gasp of air from the back of his throat to ghost over Chikusa's ear.
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“Are you scared?” he murmurs, tilting his head up so that his lips could brush against the soft lobe of Hibari’s ear. “I’m just going to touch you… Haven’t you ever touched yourself?”
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And the taller boy's lips just whispering by his ear wasn't at all helping his situation; sending shivers down to where his dick was already hard and Chikusa's fingers were loosening the fabric that constrained it. They brushed-just barely-and Hibari had to bite down on his own lip hard to avoid making any sort of embarrassing vocalisation.
He wasn't scared, but it was out of his own control and he could do nothing. IF he'd ever read anything about how such a thing could actually be freeing and cathartic, it probably wouldn't have mattered, because Hibari didn't understand those concepts. He understood that whatever this feeling was, it was too nice to be real, too painfully good. "I never needed anything-like that. I don't need you to-stop it."
Hibari didn't even think about how his words could be implied differently, his hips were already moving again, up into the soft touch. He couldn't DO anything like this.
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Letting his hand gently glide down to the base of Hibari’s arousal, he starts to lower his head, first letting a gust of hot air envelop the tip before he flicks his tongue out. The flat of it slides against the underside, at one distinct vein, and over the tip before ending with a flick.
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Well, that wasn't entirely accurate. He did have a very big, horribly embarrassing reaction to Chikusa's action, and as he felt the breath of air on the tip of his erection, it end up something between a growl and a cat's meow.
"Fuck you. What is this. I-" Hibari was just going to stop talking at this moment before he did something even worse, because the cloth of his pants had stopped shifting around and now Chikusa's tongue was adding a light wet texture that somehow, made it worse.
Once again, the Cloud Guardian was made distinctly aware of his restraints; he couldn't move his arms or head towards the other teen to stop him or hurt him or tell him to just do it or WHATEVER-but the worst was the metal bar between his legs, which he finally had a slow, nasty, creeping realization of what it was actually for.
It was for this, prying his legs open and leaving him vulnerable and exposed for his opponent to come in and do whatever he wanted. Hibari was completely out of control, and now Chikusa was just teasing him with a single flick of his tongue. All of that just caused his problem to get worse.
Did he want to punch the other's face in and break his jaw, or him to continue? Both at this point. He wanted both. "I thought....you said...you weren't here to torture me."
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There are more interesting things to do with his mouth right now anyway.
“It’s not torture.” He ducks his head down further, taking care as he drags his tongue up all the way from the base to the very tip again, clearly used to such an action. “Fellatio… oral. Whatever you want to call it.” Even as he gives an answer, he can taste salt on the back of his tongue. Not an unfamiliar taste, and he’s not the one with an oral fixation out of their group…. But it still stirs the heat in him a little more.
Again, he ducks his head down, and again, and again, tongue lapping at the aroused cock he keeps in place with just a little guidance from his hands. It’s a good steady rhythm, one he doesn’t find much reason to change up besides the exact location, and soon enough, with the taste of precum in his mouth, he finally settles his mouth against the top of Hibari’s arousal again. His lips brush against the sensitive skin as he speaks. “If I just left you like this…. That would be torture.”
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He didn't care what it was called. An enemy doing this to him while he was enthralled and unable to fight back was torture in his books and whatever Chikusa said wasn't going to change that. What he DID, however, was driving him crazy, as the painful exstatic feeling got worse and worse. When Chikusa stopped, Hibari felt on the edge of something, though what it was he'd never experienced. Was this the so called high people talked about when they were copulating? It certainly felt like he wasn't quite all there.
He shivered and his toes curled as Chikusa's lips brushed over his sensitive skin and for a horrifying moment, he thought the other teen was being serious. "Don't you dare. Don't you. Dare."
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Well, it’s still a clear signal anyway. Carefully, he brushes some of his hair away from his face to make sure it’s tucked into his hat, and then he begins to wrap his lips properly around the leaking arousal. It’s clear that he’s done this before, mouth going further down the hot length that’s filling it. In fact, while he doesn’t nearly have the oral fixation Ken does, it’s still almost reassuring to fill the hot heat of it weigh down against his tongue. Oral is easy. Oral doesn’t take much at all.
Especially since he doesn’t think it will take much with Hibari, considering he’s taking in all of him, right up until his nose can brush against his skin.
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So needless to say, Hibari was extremely unprepared for the moment that Chikusa swallowed his whole length, up to the point where he could literally feel the other teen's nose on his skin.
It would've been impressive, if not for the situation they were in. Still, after Hibari got over the feeling of wet sliding around his cock, he found he couldn't speak anymore; or move. He was completely surrounded by the heat of Chikusa's mouth, the movements of the tongue stroking up and down, even the light feeling of the other's breath drove him over the edge.
It only took a few more strokes of Chikusa's mouth before Hibari saw white and finally came, wherever it happened to go. He wasn't paying exact attention to that, he was too busy weathering the rush of pleasure it drove into every muscle of his body.
After his heart rate calmed down, Hibari came slowly down from his high, eyes still closed in case he actually got a glimpse of what he just did. The sweat was making the leather bands around his arms uncomfortable. "What...."
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That lets him look at Hibari…. Every flushed and breathless bit of him, and Chikusa’s own breath comes out soft and shaking. It shouldn’t affect him this much…. It really shouldn’t. Yet that him of all people can drive someone like Hibari to this pleasure filled and speechless state. His own pants are hard, but he ignores it for the time being, instead focusing downwards as he does up Hibari’s pants once more.
And with all of that accomplished, he takes another piece of gyoza and tries to press it into Hibari’s mouth.
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Not enough to stop Hibari from finally opening his eyes, staring down at Chikusa's head. He really didn't want to think about what Chikusa swallowed, nor what just happened; why had the other teen done it anyway? Was it to prove a point? Chikusa really didn't have a reason for doing that.
He didn't have much more time to ponder before a gyoza was shoved in his mouth again, and he nearly choked. Unfortunately, he couldn't really spit it out again because Chikusa's fingers were right there, but he wasn't hungry anymore and didn't want to eat.
Still, he forced himself to swallow the food so he could protest. "Is that really your only objective for something like that?"
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Why had he gone through with it?
Well, the pressure against his pants gives him the obvious answer. As much as Hibari had liked the attention, Chikusa supposes he had liked giving it, had liked being in control of one of the strongest people in the world. It hadn’t been too much effort, either, just the practice of something easy that he had done a dozen times before. Oral is easy. Other such acts require a little more effort.
“I wanted to,” is his answer in the end, with his fingers cleaned. “And you wanted it. It’s not that hard…” Well, ‘it’ wasn’t hard any longer, but that was likely a joke that Hibari wouldn’t appreciate. “It felt good, didn’t it?”
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