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Chuuya gave a tug on the leash in his hands and smirked as Dazai strained toward him in response, unable to come closer no matter how hard he tried when the shackles on his wrists were keeping him tightly chained to the wall.
The sound of Dazai's whines washed over Chuuya in the sweetest song, and he spread his legs further to give himself some room as he hardened even more.
"C'mon now, Mackerel. If you really wanted to be a good boy, you'd be out of those shackles by now. Haven’t you always been so smug about how easy it was for you to get free?" Chuuya murmured softly.
It wasn't true, and they both knew it. Those were specialty-made restraints, handcuffs that would be difficult for even Dazai to work his way out of on his best day. Entirely impossible when he’d handed over all his lock pics earlier, and Chuuya had made thoroughly certain there were none hidden as he stripped his lover bare and strapped the restraints to his wrists and the collar to his neck.
For all Dazai liked to call Chuuya his dog, the mackerel did make a very cute puppy after he was coaxed into being in a properly docile mindset. Not that both of them didn’t see the irony, of Dazai sinking into subspace in such a way. Chuuya hadn’t been able to resist a little bit of mockery the first time, but he’d carefully kept it as light as he’d seen the flash of genuine embarrassment in his partners eyes. Any satisfaction Chuuya would get from the taunting wasn’t worth risking making Dazai self-conscious enough that he would lose this. Nothing was worse losing this.
Seeing Dazai straining for him- seeing him whining for Chuuya like an abandoned mutt- was one hell of a power rush. Chuuya had spent most of his life chasing after this man’s back, reaching out desperately with fingers that never seemed able to catch him. To see Dazai reaching out his fingers for him instead, pleading for him so beautifully, so earnestly…
Chuuya almost got off on it as much as he did the possessive certainty that the Dazai in front of him- the one that had let all his thoughts go as he allowed himself to sink into this submissive mindset- was his.
And his poor little puppy-fish really was trying so hard to be a good boy.
Dazai was jerking against the restraints now, whining in desperation. His brown eyes were teary as they met Chuuya’s. He couldn’t seem to decide whether or not he wanted to stare pleadingly up at Chuuya’s eyes or at the cloth that covered Chuuya’s cock instead, practically drooling as he stared at the way it tented Chuuya’s pants.
Part of Chuuya was practically trying to claw its way out of his skin with a similar desire to give his good boy what he wanted with the same desperation that Dazai was showing now, and he struggled to keep as tight a leash on that part of himself as he did on Dazai.
But maybe it was time to give both some slack.
Reaching down to unbuckle his pants, Chuuya freed his cock and wrapped his hand around the dripping length for only a moment before hitting the button on the remote that would set Dazai free of his shackles.
The moment the locks clicked open, Dazai was there, kneeling at Chuuya's feet with huge, teary eyes and practically vibrating for the chance to please him. What a good boy. He hadn’t even lunged for Chuuya’s cock like the mafioso could tell he’d wanted to.
Such restraint deserved a reward.
"Up, boy." Chuuya said, patting his thigh and tugging the leash, and Dazai was happily scrambling into his lap and sinking down on his cock with a moan that was a more satisfied echo of his earlier whines. Chuuya was glad he’d already taken the plug out of his pet earlier. It was clear that Dazai had grown too desperate to bother with patience or restraint.
Chuuya groaned and thrust up into that delicious, tight heat, his own cock twitch at finally, finally getting some attention. Alright, maybe he’d also made sure Dazai would be ready for him because Chuuya had reached the point where he wasn’t feeling very patient, himself.
That’s why he helped rather than stopped the pup as he began bouncing himself up and down on Chuuya’s cock, thrusting his hips up hard to meet his puppy’s sinuous movements. Pleasure washing through him at finally having his pup back in his arms, buried so deep inside of Dazai that he felt like he could etch himself into his partner’s flesh.
It really was good… to be the one that this puppy called ‘Owner.’