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It was supposed to be a simple bet, really.

Eiden has long since realized that the easiest, most enjoyable way to spend time with Kuya is through the games they play together. If he amuses the youkai enough, teaches him tricks and games from his old world, he is less likely to get bullied and much less likely to get murdered. He likes his limbs attached where they are, thank you kindly.

Game time always comes with a price— Kuya never lets him have anything for free, after all— but the price is usually a bet of some sort, and it’s almost always something enjoyable, even when he loses.

Not that he’ll ever admit to the fact that some of Kuya’s bullying can be— well, fun. Eiden will take that with him to the grave.

It’s not infeasible, the situation Eiden finds himself in tonight. He’s not shocked. He just doesn’t know if any amount of predictability could ever prepare him for the situation he’s wiggled his way into this time.

It begins innocently enough, especially as far as Kuya is concerned.

“If the young master insists on bothering me at all hours of the day and night, he knows not to intrude without something to entertain me with.”

Eiden grimaces, laughing through his exasperation. He knew to expect this sort of greeting the second he stepped foot into the woods on the way to visit Kuya’s home. He’s come ready with a new game— even if he shouldn’t have to! He should be able to visit without any ulterior motive!

Kuya quirks an eyebrow, his smile turning sharp, and that’s enough to jar Eiden out of his thoughts. He pulls a deck of cards out of his back pocket hastily, waving it where Kuya can see. The fox frowns, eyes narrowed as he looks at the cards. 

“You’ve already shown me your card trick, young master. Forgive me if I don’t feel like watching it again.”

“It’s not the same game!”

Kuya pauses, considering, and Eiden swears he can see the cogs turning in his head.

“You hope to trick me again with those cards of yours?”

“I wanted to teach you Go Fish, actually.”

If Kuya isn’t in the mood, Eiden will leave. But Kuya let him in the door, so Eiden is fairly certain he’s in the mood. This is just the dance that he has to do any time he wants to spend time with the youkai.

Kuya blinks, calculating, then glances at the cards again. “What’s Go Fish?”

Eiden’s grin is immediate, because he knows he’s won him over already. Kuya is as curious as they come, and it would drive him insane to know of a game without knowing what it entailed.

Eiden takes them through the rules of the game— lets Kuya examine his cards, lets him shuffle before they begin, lets him deal them out between the two of them— but Kuya pauses before they can start.

“What are we playing for, exactly?”

Eiden picks up his cards, smiling sheepishly. “For fun?” He offers, though he doesn’t think for a second that’s about to fly with the fox before him.

 Kuya’s tight smile confirms his suspicions.

“If not for fun alone, then,” Eiden hums, “The loser owes the winner a favor of his choosing?”

“Any favor?” The dangerous lilt in Kuya’s voice makes Eiden reconsider his offer.

“Any favor within reason.” He laughs, glancing off to the side, “Loser still gets veto power if it’s something too out there.”

“Veto power?”

Eiden sighs. This world needs democracy.

“The loser can say no. I won’t force you to do anything for me, Kuya.”

Kuya stays silent, and Eiden almost thinks he might have shocked him speechless for a second. Then he’s grinning a wicked grin, mismatched eyes narrowed into predatory slits, and Eiden feels a shiver run up his back.

“How silly of the young master to even consider that I might lose his trivial little game. I’ll take out my offense on him after I’ve won, then.”

It’s the closest thing to an agreement to terms that Eiden will get from the fox, and he knows it.

“Let the games begin.”

It should be noted that Kuya is an insanely fast learner. It should also be noted that Go Fish is a game of random luck, not skill, and Eiden is not at fault for losing as quickly as he does.

He doesn’t get defensive about it, either, especially not as he politely requests that they play a few more rounds after his initial defeat.

Four losses later, Eiden finds himself at the mercy of a very smug youkai.

“Are you done losing yet? Or should I beat you just one more time for further emphasis?”

Eiden huffs at the taunt, but pushes the cards forward into a single pile. “I think I’m done for the night.”

Kuya’s smirk would be handsome, roguish and mischievous as it is, if it didn’t spell so much trouble for Eiden. “No, young master, I don’t think you’re done at all.”

Eiden rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. What’s your request? I know you’ve already thought of something, or you would have never agreed to play cards with me in the first place.”

“Oh? Perhaps I would like to leave you in suspense, or keep you in debt to me for a while before I decide. You aren’t in a position to rush me, you know.”

Eiden leans back, frowning at the man before him. Kuya could be a sadist, sure, but he isn’t a particularly patient man either. Should he call his bluff? “Won’t you get bored if you drag this out much longer? That would defeat the purpose of using me for your entertainment, then.”

Kuya’s lips split into a grin, showing off his sharp canines in a way that should only be frightening— not arousing.

And yet.

“Young master, if you’re good at anything, it’s biting off more than you could ever hope to chew.” Kuya leans forward, easing into Eiden’s space leisurely. He hums after a short pause, eyes shining with mirth. “But no, you’re good for at least one other thing, aren’t you? Maybe I’ll make my request now after all.”

Well, that doesn’t bode well for him. Kuya’s backhanded praise isn’t usually a precursor for anything good.

Eiden quirks an eyebrow at the youkai before him pointedly, attempting to appear impatient and not anxious in light of his unhurried pace. Kuya only crowds further against him, his lips curled upwards as he breathes against Eiden's neck.

"This young master has been an excellent partner for me before—" Eiden can't help the way his toes curl in excitement from the compliment, "—Such a wonderful vixen for me to breed. I would enjoy getting to see such a side of him again."

Eiden's stomach does a somersault into the deep end of a very horny pool, but not before his last remaining brain cell raises its concerns. "I'm not your vixen!" Even if my dick says otherwise! "And for the last time, I can't get pregnant! I don't have the parts for that!"

It tickles his neck when Kuya chuckles, dark and foreboding and Not! Sexy! At! All!

"Are those your only two grievances with my reward?" He bites down, just barely, his tongue flicking out to tease at Eiden's sensitive skin. "Because they are both easily fixed if this finicky, demanding young master requires them to be." 

Eiden doesn't respond for a moment. His brain is checked out while Kuya mouths at his neck. When it checks back in, he scrambles back so he can look Kuya in the eye.

"Huh?"

Not his most eloquent delivery, but it'll do.

Kuya laughs, but his eyebrow twitches dangerously. "Do you wish to try my patience, Eiden?"

Uh oh, that's his real name. 

"What do you mean they're easily fixed, you crazy fox?"

Kuya frowns. "Tsk. Forgive me for confusing you for someone smart enough to deduce my meaning." He grips Eiden's chin, looking down on him as he continues, "I don't have to call you my vixen to breed you like one, young master. And if you are this concerned about truly carrying my kits, I will gladly make it so you can."

It's a miracle Eiden can think right now, so he's giving himself a break if he's a little horny and stupid. "Make it so I can?"

Kuya rolls his eyes, jutting his knee forward to press insistently against the bulge in Eiden's pants. Eiden cries out, his hips jumping up to chase the friction instinctively, but Kuya shushes him before he can ask another dumb question.

"I can give you a cunt, young master. If you would like me to truly breed you full, I can and will."

Eiden doesn't know what to say to that, but his dick knows how it feels on the matter— funny, considering how his dick is the one most at risk in these shenanigans to begin with— and he finds himself helplessly rutting up against Kuya's knee with an embarrassing whimper. His head spins, reeling with the realization that Kuya's powers extend as far as this, and even his brain is unable to supply any of the surely numerous logical reasons he shouldn't indulge them in this particular kink.

He feels Kuya shift, long fingers dancing down his chin and jawline, and he gasps softly when the youkai thumbs at his adam's apple.

"Well, Eiden?" His voice has dropped what sounds like an octave, his eyes narrowed into predatory slits as he looks over Eiden's flushed face, "Will this offer suffice for my reward, or will you be using your 'veto power?'"

Eiden swallows hard, "You'd be okay with me refusing you?"

A strange look comes over Kuya's expression, like a surprise storm on a summer evening. Eiden braces for the worst, but Kuya merely drifts his hand from Eiden's throat to his bottom lip, his thumb dipping between his lips just so.

"I should be offended that this greedy, selfish, intrusive young master won't answer my question in a straightforward manner, but I've learned to expect such annoyances from him." His thumb presses down on Eiden's tongue and Eiden can't help but lick at it, which is enough to draw a pleased rumble from Kuya's lips. "Were these not the conditions of my victory? I believe my request to be well within reason, but you can still say no."

You can still say no.

Eiden's heart stutters over a couple beats, his cheeks even warmer than they previously were. He shouldn't feel so— so!— over the bare minimum, and yet here he is.

He pulls back from tonguing at Kuya's thumb to speak.

"If I say yes— if!" He interjects, when he sees how Kuya wets his lips at Eiden's presumed agreement, "How would this work? How long would I be your... vixen?"

Kuya looks damn near purring at Eiden's phrasing, and the dangerous expression should not make Eiden's dick twitch like it does, but c'est la vie. "You'll be my vixen as long as I desire you to be, young master." Eiden bites back a sarcastic comment at that, "As far as your transformation goes, one night will suffice. Unless the young master ends up begging me for more— then we'll see how merciful I feel."

Eiden huffs, rolling his eyes despite himself. "So full of yourself, as always." Kuya's eyebrow twitches, and Eiden blusters onwards, "But I agree to the terms for one night!"

That satiates Kuya's temper for the time being. The youkai's lips split into a grin, and he eases back out of Eiden's personal space. "All that complaining about being called my vixen, and it seems you would like nothing more. Such a dishonest human you can be." He straightens his robes before lounging back on an elbow, "Go get undressed, then lay down in the bed. Don't keep me waiting, lest I get bored of this before it begins."

Eiden knows that threat is bullshit, but he values his life and would also like to get off sometime in the near future, so he stands up on wobbly legs and shuffles awkwardly towards Kuya's bedroom without another word.

Stripping himself is easy, as is settling in amongst the pillows and blankets that make up Kuya's bed. Even the chill of the air against his bare skin isn't too much of a nuisance, what with how hot Eiden feels, it's almost soothing.

It's the waiting that truly bothers him. Surely Kuya doesn't have that much to do before he beds him!

Eiden shifts restlessly. He can't sit still much longer, especially not when he wants nothing more than to rut down against one of the many pillows available to him until he comes. Worrying his lip between his teeth, Eiden loses himself momentarily and lets his hips roll forward to satiate his desires. His breath hitches as he finds a good angle, and a small sound escapes him as he starts a shallow rhythm.

"Impatient, are we?" 

Eiden yells out, scrambling to turn and face Kuya. Kuya catches him before he can, though, and presses his shoulders down into the bed.

"Impatient? Me? You're the one who told me not to keep you waiting, and here you are— taking your sweet time!"

Kuya tuts his tongue at Eiden's retort.

"If the young master can't even wait for me to transform him, I just don't know how could I ever hope to keep up with such a needy little thing." He knees Eiden's legs apart until they're spread wider, until he's presenting himself oh so nicely, and his free hand wanders down so he can tease at Eiden's asshole. "This one here is already so hungry for me, how are you going to handle it when I given you another slutty hole, hm?"

Eiden cries out at that, arching back against the barely-there friction of Kuya's fingers against his entrance. 

Kuya's voice lowers into a sultry purr, and his thumb catches on Eiden's rim, "Then again, this is my reward. Perhaps I'm being too considerate." 

In a burst of impatience, Eiden turns his head to snap at the youkai with a glare. "However you're planning on fucking me, just get on with it!"

Silence greets him in response, but Eiden can feel the way Kuya's essence pulsates dangerously behind him. It's so thick in the air, Eiden can almost taste it. He just wants this annoying fox to give him his cock already, damn it! 

For a good moment, he worries that Kuya might now have a new goal to torment him in mind. Eiden has his heart set on trying out this... new arrangement, and also on getting his insides rearranged in a more metaphorical sense as well. He won't live through the night if Kuya backs out now.

Then Kuya hums. It's not a kind sound— more calculating than anything else— but the youkai dips his thumb further into Eiden, and Eiden cries out in relief at the stimulation.

The next thing he knows, Eiden feels a warmth, a gentle shift in his abdomen. It takes him a beat to realize it as more than just his arousal and nerves, but when he registers what's happening, he struggles to lift his head.

"Kuya—"

"Settle, young master."

Kuya stops him short with a quiet command. It might just be the magic he's using, but Eiden stills immediately, as does his anxiety. Kuya keeps his hand on Eiden's ass still, but his other slips up to card through the short brown strands of hair at the base of his neck.

If this were anyone other than Kuya, Eiden would think they were being gentle with him.

The strange sensation— the only word Eiden can come up with is change, and that doesn't explain much— continues on for several moments. When it ceases, Eiden realizes that he's panting.

Kuya grips the base of his neck, holding him down even as he pulls back to get a look at his handiwork.

Eiden can't see his reaction, but he can feel the way the youkai's essence pours out between them, and he hears the softest gasp escape the man behind him. He's excited to see what he looks like if it's got Kuya this affected.

"Kuya," Eiden tries to lift himself up again, only to be met with more force from the youkai to keep him pinned in place. "Kuya, let me up, I want to see!"

"In due time," Fuck, his voice is thick with want, low and raspy in a way Eiden has never heard Kuya sound before. "As the victor tonight, I will indulge myself first and consider the young master's whims later."

Ugh, fuck Kuya and his denial play. Eiden has a cunt right now, he should be allowed to see it at the very least. Even though he stays put as instructed, he opens his mouth to protest. Before Eiden can form the complaints in his mind into words, however, Kuya has lifted off of him entirely.

It's cold, and Eiden hates the distance.

He doesn't have to suffer long, though, because the youkai grips both of Eiden's thighs, effortlessly manhandling Eiden so that he has one knee on the bed and one leg folded up in the air. It feels positively obscene, and— now that he can look at himself, no matter how awkward the angle— a glance downward confirms just how indecent he is.

He doesn't have the best vantage point to see his new parts, but his missing dick is apparent immediately. Instead, he can see how his skin parts into dusky brown folds, his clit hard enough that it's peaking out from between his spread lips. 

Kuya fastens his leg above him with a simple binding spell, the purple glow of the rune a familiar light between them. Eiden stops ogling his new gear for a second to glance at the youkai, and his breath catches in his throat.

If Kuya's essence feels affected, if he sounds affected— Eiden doesn't have words for how he looks. His pupils, normally narrowed, are blown so wide that Eiden can barely see the color of his irises. His lips are parted just so, and his breathing is labored. Most notably his fox ears are out, as is his tail, which is currently lashing about behind him. There's a high flush on his cheeks that makes him look even more handsome than usual, and Eiden—

Eiden wants him. Desperately.

"Kuya, please, I need you."

As hot as it is to have this man ogling him with a ravenous sort of hunger in his gaze, Eiden is getting cold. He feels himself pulse around nothing, and the emptiness only adds to the chill in the air.

Kuya, who hasn't once taken his eyes off of Eiden's cunt, growls. Then he dives in.

The first drag of Kuya's tongue along his cunt is more for the youkai's satisfaction than Eiden's. He licks from Eiden's hole up to his clit, lapping up the slick he's already begun to leak. The taste pulls a low groan from Kuya's throat, and Eiden finds himself answering with a keening sound of his own when Kuya seals his lips around his clit and sucks.

It's entirely different from any blowjob he's received before. His clit, so much smaller than his dick was, feels infinitely more sensitive. Kuya's mouth is hot as always but there's a heady edge to the wet heat that he's never experienced before, probably because he's entirely surrounded by Kuya's lips and his tongue is still able to tease at him freely. Eiden knows he'll never completely understand what the hell is going on, so he quits trying to comprehend and lets himself fall into Kuya.

His hips rut up helplessly, fighting the rune that has his leg in a bind and riding back against Kuya's mouth. He expects Kuya to pull back, to scold him, but no such consequence finds him.

Instead, Kuya moans into his cunt, redoubling his efforts to taste every inch of Eiden's new bottom half. Eiden promptly loses his mind.

"Kuya, please— I—" The cogs in his brain try to turn, but any rational thought is lost somewhere between the gentle nibble of Kuya's canines on his left lip and the vibrations of the youkai's hum directly against his clit. Kuya pays him no mind either way; for once his frivolous temper seems sated with the curiosity that is Eiden's pussy on his tongue. 

A new kind of heat settles low in Eiden's belly. It's familiar enough that he knows what it means, but it's still so different than before— it's also way too fast! He can’t come this soon!

Eiden fights with his pride, but Kuya's mouth is an undeniable obstacle. His clit throbs with desire and the coil of heat wound tight in his stomach feels so good it burns. Kuya dips his head lower so that he can tongue at Eiden's new hole, dipping his tongue into his cunt to taste his wetness before it can escape him.

Eiden howls. His hips jump wildly enough that he finds the friction he's seeking for his clit from Kuya's nose, and that's it. Eiden falls apart like never before, shaking apart as his orgasm rolls through him in waves. Tears prick at the corner of his eyes and the pleasure leaves him trembling like a leaf.

"Fucking hell, Kuya." He manages to rally his voice after a minute, falling boneless against the bed with the rune the only thing left holding him up. Even after his orgasm has crested, he still feel himself pulsing in its aftershocks. Eiden considers his sex life very much more than satisfactory, but this— this is mind-blowing.

He doesn't realize his eyes are closed until he opens them. The sight that greets him is—

Eiden gulps.

"Such a slut I have as my vixen," Kuya murmurs dangerously, licking his lips. They shine with slick in the low light, as does the youkai's nose, cheeks, and chin. His tail flicks back and forth behind him, moving about with clear irritation, but Eiden feels everything except afraid. "A selfish, demanding slut at that. Remind me again, young master, was this your reward or mine?"

Eiden snorts a laugh. "You definitely had your fun too, don't lie." Perhaps this orgasm killed his last remaining brain cell after all.

He doesn't miss the way that Kuya's eyes widen in surprise before narrowing back into terrifying mismatched slits of anger. "Ah, so the young master would like to be treated like a brat tonight. Who would I be to deny him?"

Before he has a chance to reconsider his actions or ask for any sort of clarification, Eiden finds his breath stolen yet again. Kuya grips one of his thighs tightly, his clawed fingers digging in against the sensitive skin there. He thrusts two fingers into Eiden's cunt with his free hand, and doesn't give him so much as a complimentary second to acclimate to the intrusion before he sets a punishing pace.

Eiden shouts, instinctively shifting away from the overstimulation, but he has nowhere to go.

"Stop, Kuya, it's— ah— too much!" 

His complaint falls on ears so unsympathetic they may as well be deaf. Kuya grins and fucks into Eiden ruthlessly. This would be overwhelming enough on its own, but Eiden is fresh off an orgasm and entirely too sensitive. He's wet enough that the drag of Kuya's fingers is easy and the friction between them is smooth, but he aches with the sensation of too much too soon.

"Hm," Kuya hums. He looks over Eiden like someone scrutinizing a painting, not like he's got two fingers inside of the man beneath him. "I think I'm done heeding your requests for the night, young master. I've spoiled you far too long." He crooks his fingers up against a very sensitive spot on his next thrust in, and his grin widens when Eiden sobs and buries his face in his elbow. "Unless you plan on invoking your 'veto power' from earlier, I don't care to hear any more protests from you."

How is he thinking about vetos in a time like this?!

Eiden pauses— internally, at least, since he has no control over how he's drooling against his arm while Kuya bullies him outwardly— and it hits him.

This is Kuya's version of a safe word, isn't it?

Eiden almost grins despite himself but Kuya is quick to pick up on his amusement and punish him for it, his fingers massaging that oversensitive spot inside of Eiden with a cruel sort of insistence. Eiden sobs, thighs trembling, but he can't stop the way his lips quirk up in between the gasps that escape him.

With the growing pleasure, the building hypersensitivity to Kuya's touches, Eiden feels himself slipping into a daze. It isn't too different than the heady, disorienting sensation of being surrounded by the youkai's mist, but there's something more— it's not Kuya's mist that he's consumed within, it's Kuya himself. A fuzzy heat creeps into the edges of his mind, and Eiden whimpers.

Kuya coos at the sound, cruelly. His thumb moves to circle at Eiden's clit while his fingers— three of them, now— continue to bully his tender insides. Eiden just about folds in on himself, yelling out a broken cry of Kuya's name while rocking back to fuck himself onto each of the youkai's thrusts. It hurts, but each time he feels the sharp burn of oversensitivity it blends further into a blur of stupidly good pain and pleasure. 

"Heh," Kuya chuckles, "So pliant after I scold you. Perhaps all the young master needed was someone with a firm hand, then."

Maybe it's his stubborn heart, maybe it has to do with the mood they've cultivated tonight, or maybe Eiden is just finicky when it comes to the youkai above him— whatever reason, Kuya's words bother him. He doesn't enjoy any of his clan members implying they're replaceable, and Kuya usually doesn't—

"Not just someone," Eiden tilts his chin so he can square Kuya with his gaze, "I want you, Kuya."

Kuya's breath catches in his throat. Eiden watches a brief vulnerable look cross his expression— so fleeting it could have been a trick of the light— and the fact that he's managed to wring out a bit of honest emotion from this sly menace does something for Eiden's already considerable libido.

He doesn't get too terribly long to bask in his success, though. Kuya growls, pulling his fingers out of Eiden.

"Young master, now you're picky on top of being needy and demanding?" Kuya recalls his magic with a wave of his dirty hand, leaving Eiden's leg to fall limp against the bed. Before Eiden can comment on being released, Kuya grips his hair and shoves his face into the bed none-too-gently. "Are you telling me you wouldn't let anyone else breed you like the slut you are right now? Am I to consider myself special?"

Eiden grumbles a response, muffled against the bed.

"My apologies, young master, I couldn't quite hear that." Kuya laughs to himself.

Eiden forces his head back enough that he can talk— and breathe.

"If I say you're special, will you fuck me already?" He huffs, doing his best to arch his back and present himself to the (evil) man behind him. "I wouldn't be here with you if I wanted to do this with anyone else!"

Eiden can't see Kuya's tail lashing back and forth, but it moves violently enough that he can hear it. He's smug for exactly one second before Kuya grips his hips, raising them to his liking, and seats himself to the hilt inside of Eiden in one smooth movement.

Eiden chokes on his breath, his hands scrambling to find purchase in the sheets beneath them, and he finds himself extremely aware of how different this feels than their usual. Kuya's fingers, however long and beautiful and clever they might be, can't hold a candle to how perfectly his cock fills Eiden. 

It helps that Eiden is dripping wet, of course, the slick mess leaking from him is as useful as it is obscene. Kuya groans, louder than any previous sounds that have escaped him, and his hips grind forward like he wants to find a way deeper into Eiden than he already is. If there is any consolation for Eiden to find in their current situation, it's that he's far from the only one compromised here.

After a moment of near stillness between them, Kuya noses at Eiden's neck.

"I'll be taking my reward now, young master." And he bites down, teeth digging into the skin at his nape, right as he pulls out to the tip and fucks back into Eiden with a desperate sort of ardor.

Eiden has a lot of sex. He has quite a few long-term partners, and he's had his fair share of intense encounters in a variety of positions and situations with all of them— nothing has prepared him for this.

Kuya surrounds him— arms bracketing his frame, chest pressed against his back, and mouth never far from his neck— in addition to filling him in a way that Eiden hasn't been able to experience previously. He's consumed by it all, melting beneath this clever youkai like he was made for it, made for him. 

In a way, tonight at least, Eiden thinks, I was made for Kuya.

Kuya's breath hitches, his hips stuttering in their previously demanding tempo. Eiden's heart skips an anxious beat as he realizes he's spoken out loud.

"I—"

"You were."

Eiden chokes.

Kuya purrs behind him, lips spread in a grin against his neck. The vibrations are as sensual as they are ticklish, and Eiden gasps at how sensitive he feels. Kuya rolls his hips indulgently, grinding in a small circle deep inside of Eiden, and one of his hands lifts to tease along Eiden's side. "You're my vixen, after all. I'm going to breed you full of my kits. If you ever had a doubt who you were made for, young master, please let me make it abundantly clear to you now."

Thoroughly overwhelmed, Eiden lets himself fall into Kuya's rhythm. He wants to be bred, wants to belong, wants to be good. Kuya gets bored so easily, but Eiden wants to hold onto his attention— wants to hold onto Kuya— for as long as he can. And Kuya fucks him like he wants no one else, with long strokes and a punishing pace, and it drives Eiden out of his mind.

His eyes flutter closed, but his lips stay parted. He can feel himself drooling against the sheets, but he can’t be assed to care. They’re Kuya’s sheets, anyways. Eiden can drool on them for his troubles.

To be fair, it seems that the sheets are the last thing on Kuya’s mind right now. Eiden can feel the heat of the youkai’s gaze on him, burning against his skin, and he knows that for the night, he has every bit of Kuya’s attention. That thought is extremely hot, and Eiden feels it send a shock of pleasure down his spine. He pulses around Kuya’s cock, even more slick escaping him, and a whine wrings itself from his throat.

Kuya answers him with a hum, his claws tracing gingerly along Eiden’s side. “Such a good slut for me,” Eiden sobs, rutting back wantonly into the youkai’s thrusts at his words, “My vixen.”

Eiden nods, helpless to disagree. He doesn’t want to disagree. He doesn’t disagree.

“Yes, Kuya, please— I need you, I need to come.” His voice sounds rough and fucked out, even to his own ears. He doesn’t want to know what he sounds like to Kuya.

Kuya’s hand wanders down, wrapping under Eiden to ghost along the plane of his stomach, down to press into the dip of his hipbone, and then further until he can tease at Eiden’s hard clit. Eiden yells, squirming once more from the stimulation, but Kuya holds him in place, teeth finding their way to his neck again. His thumb doesn’t stop through all of this, working over Eiden’s clit in tight circles.

He isn’t teasing anymore. Eiden asked him to come, and  despite his earlier claims, Kuya is indulging him.

That absolutely is not what sends him over the edge.

Or, it is. Kuya is playing with his clit. That’s why he comes. Not some abstract feeling about how Kuya is choosing to spoil him.

Anyhow.

Eiden comes, and it’s— spectacular. His head spins, and it’s probably a small mercy that he doesn’t know what he’s saying as he falls apart on Kuya’s cock. His first orgasm has nothing on this one. He’s full, every inch of him filled by Kuya, who keeps moving, fucks him through it all, and Eiden is going to lose his mind like this. It’s too good.

Kuya grunts, a soft but strained sound, and Eiden moans in answer. His orgasm continues to wash through him, his cunt pulsing in the aftershocks, and Kuya’s thumb doesn’t stop teasing him but it does gentle somewhat. Eiden lets himself have a moment to float in this bliss.

“Eiden,” Kuya breathes, voice low, “So good for me, my vixen.”

Eiden doesn’t know where he finds the strength to move, much less to fight off Kuya’s hold, but he does. He turns himself over with a grunt— not his most graceful move, what with how he struggles not to break the youkai’s dick in the process, but it’ll do— and he gets a good look at Kuya.

He’s handsome, and wild, and Eiden really wants to kiss him. So he does.

Kuya’s ears perk up straight, a rare moment of genuine surprise for him, but he doesn’t fight it. Instead, he closes his eyes and kisses Eiden back, his tongue tracing along the crease of Eiden’s lips until they open for him. He doesn’t hesitate to lick into Eiden’s mouth like he’s thirsty for it, and Eiden is all too content to let him have his way with him. They kiss for some time, warm and wet and hungry in a way that has Eiden wanting even more already.

Kuya is the first to pull back, licking his kiss-swollen lips with a sinful little smirk. “Young master, you’re still acting like this is your reward.”

Eiden rolls his eyes, grinning. “Only because you’re treating me like it is.” If a pussy is what it takes to get Kuya to settle down, well. Eiden’s not particularly mad about this arrangement.

“Ah,” Kuya grins, “Then allow me to fix that. This time is for my pleasure, young master.”

He readjusts himself against Eiden’s cunt with a languid ease that almost makes Eiden a bit jealous, but he doesn’t have long to stew in his envy before Kuya sets an entirely new tempo.

He fucks into Eiden selfishly, grinding into him whichever way feels best for his cock. Eiden might be just a tad crazy, because that selfishness— the fact that Kuya is using him to find his own pleasure— just gets him even hotter. After a particularly rough thrust tugs a strangled moan from Eiden, Kuya answers by manhandling his thighs until they’re all but pressed into his chest. The new position not only puts him on display for the youkai but also allows him to fuck into Eiden at a new angle, one that drags his cock right along a particularly sensitive spot and brings him right back to a spot of desperation.

“Look at you, Eiden.” Kuya is, in fact, staring between his legs where they are joined, “So wet, so easy, all for me. My very own slut to breed.”  

Eiden feels tears prick at the corner of his eyes, but his clit throbs at his embarrassment.

“Yes,” Eiden chokes out his agreement. Kuya’s tail twitches, and his cock matches its interest. He’s really not so above it all tonight.

“Allow me, then.” Kuya’s claws dig into the soft skin under his thighs, and his rhythm falters as he chases after his own orgasm, “I’m going to breed you round and full, and I will keep you on my cock until I know it’s taken. How does that sound, Eiden?”

Eiden nods furiously, his cheeks burning.

Kuya laughs, but it’s a fucked out sound of his own. He falls forward, pressed as intimately close to Eiden as he can manage, and ruts into him with a fervor that Eiden has never seen below his mask. After a few moments of these desperate thrusts, he seats himself roughly inside of Eiden’s cunt and throws his head back with a silent cry.

Eiden is almost prepared to be a little smug, considering how obscene Kuya looks while he’s coming, but he feels the first wave of Kuya’s orgasm and it hits him.

Kuya is doing as he promised. He’s going to fill him up.

He grinds in pointedly, a possessive kind of movement like he wants to find a way deeper into Eiden while he’s filling him with come. Kuya murmurs something all the while, here or there, but the blood rushing in Eiden’s ears keeps him from hearing. He feels full, and Kuya is still moving, still going, still coming. There isn’t enough room, he’s sure of it.

And yet, he wants there to be room. He’s so horny he could die, and all he wants is for Kuya to find a way to fill him even more.

Eiden feels the come inside of him leak out on Kuya’s next thrust, and that’s it. He's strung out and hypersensitive and might possibly be dying just a little bit, but Eiden feels his cunt pulse around Kuya’s cock again, throbbing like it wants to coax even more come from the youkai.

“My vixen, ah,” Kuya grins lazily, watching Eiden fall apart again and clearly enjoying the added sensation on his dick, “Such a good little slut, coming for me untouched.”

Eiden flushes clear down to his chest, but words escape him. He’s a debauched sight, drooling and crying and leaking come.

“Don’t worry, young master,” As boneless as Eiden feels, Kuya looks like he has no need to find a second wind. “I have so much more to give you tonight.”

They spend hours in Kuya’s bed, and Eiden finds himself falling into a daze. After three more rounds, he loses track of how many times he’s gotten off, and soon after that he’s all but a horny puddle in Kuya’s bed, there for the youkai to use to the full extent of his pleasure.

Some time later, Eiden feels Kuya curl around him, breathing labored, and he swears they’re done. Kuya might be a magical creature with inconceivable power, but surely he’s got a limit of his own, right?

Eiden’s hand curls around his stomach, only to find a soft bump there.

Oh.

He must make a sound, because Kuya looks over his shoulder curiously. The youkai’s hand wanders down to press against the small bulge, and—

Well.

Needless to say, it’s not their final round. Eiden’s stomach ends up distended even further before they call it a night, and something in his dumb, idiotic, stupid gay brain is proud.

Eiden comes back into his bones an indeterminate amount of time after that. He’s sore. It hurts to even think about moving. Kuya is—

Kuya is still inside of him, though his cock is soft now. That’s not the surprising part, though. It would be more shocking if he woke up and Kuya had pulled out. No, Eiden is more preoccupied with the hand in his hair, petting at it gently. Kuya’s fingers trail through his hair, working through any tangles he finds and scratching gently at his scalp as he goes. Occasionally, he twirls a strand around his finger, playing with it carefully.

It’s intimate. It’s comfortable, and soothing, and Eiden loves it. He doesn’t want to ruin it by speaking— surely Kuya must think he’s still out of it if he’s being this soft with him.

“I can hear you thinking all the way out here, young master.”

Eiden startles. Kuya’s hands freeze in his hair.

“It felt nice!” Eiden blurts in a hurry. Kuya pauses, blinking pointedly as if to call him an idiot, but then his fingers resume their treatment.

“I’ve known you were awake for a few minutes. You’re not the actor you give yourself credit for, truly.” His words have an edge to them, but his face doesn’t twist into its usual mean snarl. Kuya just continues to watch him, gaze unreadable.

“I didn’t know that you would keep going if I woke up.” Eiden grumbles, looking off to the side. “It felt nice.”

“So you’ve told me.”

Eiden curses, and Kuya grins at that.

Silence falls between them. It’s not comfortable, but it’s also not uncomfortable. Kuya continues to play with his hair and watch him.

Eiden struggles to think of something to say. This— whatever it is they’ve gotten themselves into— it’s delicate. Eiden knows he’s one wrong move away from Kuya calling him some names and kicking him out of his house.

And, if he’s being completely honest, he wants to stay.

“So… am I pregnant?”

All of his careful consideration, and his mouth gets ahead of his brain yet again. Eiden feels himself blushing, and preemptively begins to pull away from Kuya. Better he see himself out than Kuya kill him, or something.

Kuya doesn’t kill him. He grabs Eiden’s shoulder before he can wiggle himself off his dick, and holds him in place. Eiden doesn’t meet his eyes at first, but then Kuya laughs.

“Isn’t that exactly what you just begged me for?” His lips turn up into a cruel smirk, “How could I deny my vixen exactly what he asked for?”

There’s another beat of silence, as Eiden’s heart races its way into his throat. He feels a certain kind of anxiety begin to creep into the peripheral of his mind, not exactly dread but something just as potent. Before he can spiral too far, Kuya interrupts him with another— louder— laugh.

“How can this young master still be so gullible around me?” Eiden flushes in shame, embarrassment crawling up his back at being mislead yet again, but Kuya’s not done. The youkai grips his chin firmly and turns his head to meet his gaze again. Eiden feels like he should want to escape, but Kuya looks at him in a way that would hold him in place even if he didn’t have a grip on him physically.

He really has to take some time tomorrow and sort out these stupid feelings.

“You should know this, Eiden. When I breed you, it won’t be because of a bet or with help from my mist.”

Eiden swallows, but holds his gaze even. Kuya’s not finished. He leans in, until his lips brush just barely against Eiden’s.

“It’ll be because you begged me for my kits on your own, my vixen.”