(( The first half of this started out as an RP between hero100percent and I, buuuut I went ahead and finished it because I was bored. Not just tattoo fun times, but also a little bit of selective crossdressing, leg worship, and a bit of subtle dom on Barnaby’s part. Enjoy! ))
(( Hnnng… this made my day better. Good. Very good. ))
For the love of -
“It’s kind of ridiculous when I’m torn between throwing you over something and simultaneously hugging you,” Barnaby dryly pointed out, slowly drawing back with a shake of his head. “I enjoyed myself. Thoroughly. We should both get cleaned up, though.”
“… Ah?” Kotetsu looked up again in surprise. “If you’re sure…”
“Yes,” Barnaby flatly replied, doing his best not to shake the - god, he was old enough to be a brat now, wasn’t he? Just a brat. He bit back a groan. “Especially when you look at me like that. Unlike you, I’m not quite a dirty old man yet.”
“… Yosh!” The abrupt announcement followed Kotetsu’s push away from the counter. “Then we’ll still have enough time to try out hundred power a few times!” He turned back partially, glancing over his shoulder with a broad grin. “You’ll come along, right? We have to race at least!”
A short blink, and then, immediately, the blush darkened and Kotetsu glanced aside. “Sh-shut up-!” And that was his voice cracking. Oh god. He cleared his throat, still looking studiously down and away. “I…” His tongue flicked out, wetting his lips and tasting the mix of them both still lingering there. It was bitter, but he didn’t much care. “I just… wanted - want you t-to enjoy yourself ‘sall… ” he trailed off into a mutter.
For the love of -
“It’s kind of ridiculous when I’m torn between throwing you over something and simultaneously hugging you,” Barnaby dryly pointed out, slowly drawing back with a shake of his head. “I enjoyed myself. Thoroughly. We should both get cleaned up, though.”
“… Ah?” Kotetsu looked up again in surprise. “If you’re sure…”
“… Good,” Barnaby repeated on a slow exhale, eyes lidding as he watched, fingers curling into his palm once he eventually turned his hand away. “It’s funny,” he couldn’t help but tease. “I never expected you to be more obedient when you were younger.”
A short blink, and then, immediately, the blush darkened and Kotetsu glanced aside. “Sh-shut up-!” And that was his voice cracking. Oh god. He cleared his throat, still looking studiously down and away. “I…” His tongue flicked out, wetting his lips and tasting the mix of them both still lingering there. It was bitter, but he didn’t much care. “I just… wanted - want you t-to enjoy yourself ‘sall… ” he trailed off into a mutter.
(Source: hero100percent)
It was mindless, the way Kotetsu’s hips rocked up to meet the simple movements of his lover’s hand. Mindless and so damnably good. The talented, knowing slide of strong, elegant fingers wrapped around achingly sensitive flesh, drawing him up. Making him pant and moan, inhibitions long since lost to the sensual caress that pushed him over the edge, coming messily over Barnaby’s hand with a breathless groan.
“Good,” Barnaby huffed out against his neck, twisting his hand gently, his fingers working Kotetsu of every last drop before slowly dragging away and pressing them to his lover’s lips instead, swiping against his lower lip demanding. “Good boy,” he lowly taunted, voice little more than a rasp. “Go on, clean up the mess you’ve made here, too.”
A renewed flush matched the hazy nature of Kotetsu’s expression as he parted his lips and tentatively swiped his tongue out to lap up the semen. His semen. Kotetsu trembled, holding tighter to the counter and leaning forward a bit to catch different angles that would let him lap it up all the quicker. “… Good?” he panted, low and earnest as he turned his gaze back to his lover.
Kotetsu arched up, almost off his feet entirely with the eagerness with which he responded to the touch. “Y-yes-” A gulp of air even as he tilted his head to the side. Tilted it back. Welcomed and encouraged the possessive snap of teeth over his neck with a heated moan. “God, yes… please, Barnaby…” He wanted. He ached so badly… and yet, with ever needy buck of his hips, there was also the want to extend this too hot, too good, too much sensation just that much longer.
“And you’re asking so nicely, too.” His own voice hitched hard, and god, if he hadn’t already come - this would have been enough to make him do so again. The sight of Kotetsu arching up so damnably needy, the way he gasped and moaned and shuddered in his grasp - “So do it already.” Demanding - low and insistent against Kotetsu’s throat as his teeth scraped against his rapid pulse, sucking on the skin as his fingers squeezed and stroked and his thumb dragged firm circles around the sensitive head of his cock.
It was mindless, the way Kotetsu’s hips rocked up to meet the simple movements of his lover’s hand. Mindless and so damnably good. The talented, knowing slide of strong, elegant fingers wrapped around achingly sensitive flesh, drawing him up. Making him pant and moan, inhibitions long since lost to the sensual caress that pushed him over the edge, coming messily over Barnaby’s hand with a breathless groan.
An obvious shudder slid down Kotetsu’s form as the semen hit his face: viscous and hot even against already heated skin. Another groan followed and he leaned up just a bit to lap the head of his lover’s cock clean. Eager, and all but trembling with the want - the need - to spend himself similarly. It was difficult to focus, to understand any of what Barnaby was saying when it took so much to convince himself into deep, calming breaths. It would be a while yet, no matter how basely good the sheer carnality of the act.
Then, somewhere between hard pants and convincing his hands up to swipe at his face and steady himself against the drawers, Barnaby’s words hit, and he cast his eyes downward again, flushed and aching so hard for something so debasing… “I… I’ve never said otherwise… have I?” the hushed confession that accompanied a brief, upward glance. He lapped hesitantly at some of the semen sticking to his fingers, as if uncertain: thinking he should; wanting but unsure.
It took Barnaby a moment to respond around a dry mouth, and even when he did, it wasn’t first with words, but with hefting the teenager to his feet, shoving him back against the kitchen counter and fastening his mouth to the side of his neck, sucking and biting. ”You’re right,” he breathed, fingers wriggling their way into Kotetsu’s pants - palm sliding over his achingly hard cock in one hard, rough stroke. “You haven’t. In fact, you’re usually rather vocal… if not entirely coherent in the process.” Another nip, another bite, and Barnaby’s fingers squeezed. “Want me to let you come, Kotetsu? Then you’ll really be a mess…”
Kotetsu arched up, almost off his feet entirely with the eagerness with which he responded to the touch. “Y-yes-” A gulp of air even as he tilted his head to the side. Tilted it back. Welcomed and encouraged the possessive snap of teeth over his neck with a heated moan. “God, yes… please, Barnaby…” He wanted. He ached so badly… and yet, with ever needy buck of his hips, there was also the want to extend this too hot, too good, too much sensation just that much longer.
Kotetsu twisted instinctively against the hold on his hair when it dragged him further forward; made him tense and choke around the hard length being shoved down his throat. A hand slid from the base of Barnaby’s cock to paw and curl against his thigh, straining and distracting until he could somehow manage the task of loosening his throat muscles enough to keep himself from gagging, drawing short, quick breathes through his nose to compensate the struggle. A low moan was muffled around the erection: both a reply and in simple reaction. It might have been difficult for him, but it was that very difficulty - nearly choking from the attempt to bring his lover pleasure, the fact Barnaby had done it regardless of his comfort - that made him practically light headed with arousal.
“And you tease me about getting off on this sort of thing.” Barnaby was practically panting from the effort it took to pull back, to yank Kotetsu’s head back in favor of wrapping his other hand around his own cock and stroking roughly. It was tempting to hold back - to not lose himself entirely right here but to hell with it. It was clear as day how much Kotetsu was enjoying this, from every ragged breath, every flush of his skin, how he squirmed where he settled on his knees and that was more than enough to shove Barnaby over the edge, coming all over his lover’s face.
“I think you actually like it more than I do.”
An obvious shudder slid down Kotetsu’s form as the semen hit his face: viscous and hot even against already heated skin. Another groan followed and he leaned up just a bit to lap the head of his lover’s cock clean. Eager, and all but trembling with the want - the need - to spend himself similarly. It was difficult to focus, to understand any of what Barnaby was saying when it took so much to convince himself into deep, calming breaths. It would be a while yet, no matter how basely good the sheer carnality of the act.
Then, somewhere between hard pants and convincing his hands up to swipe at his face and steady himself against the drawers, Barnaby’s words hit, and he cast his eyes downward again, flushed and aching so hard for something so debasing… “I… I’ve never said otherwise… have I?” the hushed confession that accompanied a brief, upward glance. He lapped hesitantly at some of the semen sticking to his fingers, as if uncertain: thinking he should; wanting but unsure.
A sound not unlike a low purr reverberated up from the back of Kotetsu’s throat and he immediately leaned forward, breathing through his nose to take as much of his lover’s erection into his mouth as he could. He brought a hand up to curl around the base of the stiff length, pumping slightly when he could go no further. Again, his gaze flicked up, dark skin tinting red as he openly watched for Barnaby’s reactions, bobbing his head in ernest effort to make his lover’s blood quicken to even a fraction of the pace speeding through his own veins. If he was ever confident in this, it would be a long ways off still.
“… Relax your throat a bit,” Barnaby exhaled, tightening his hold a bit into Kotetsu’s hair to firmly tug him forward - pressing his hips forward to slide deeper, further down the slick heat of his lover’s throat with a groan. A glance down didn’t disappoint: the sight of Kotetsu, cheeks flushed, lips stretched around him - a shuddering breath escaped him and god, it was difficult not to simply take advantage, to use him. ”You like this?” he breathed, jerking a little on Kotetsu’s hair. “I bet you’d like it… if I came on your face, just like you did to me.”
Kotetsu twisted instinctively against the hold on his hair when it dragged him further forward; made him tense and choke around the hard length being shoved down his throat. A hand slid from the base of Barnaby’s cock to paw and curl against his thigh, straining and distracting until he could somehow manage the task of loosening his throat muscles enough to keep himself from gagging, drawing short, quick breathes through his nose to compensate the struggle. A low moan was muffled around the erection: both a reply and in simple reaction. It might have been difficult for him, but it was that very difficulty - nearly choking from the attempt to bring his lover pleasure, the fact Barnaby had done it regardless of his comfort - that made him practically light headed with arousal.
Kotetsu followed the tug on his hair, leaning up to set his hands on corded thighs, drawing in a short, open mouth huff of breath in an attempt to steady too-riled nerves. It didn’t really help. “Y-yes… Yes I…” He reached up, almost pawing open the zipper in order to peel down tight underwear and reveal his lover’s growing erection. Another swallow against the sudden dryness of his throat and he licked his lips with a fleeting, upward glance to catch the heated emerald gaze angled expectantly downward. He flicked his tongue out, dragging along the bottom side of the stiffening flesh, and then wrapping his lips around the head with a tentative suck, glancing up once more to gauge Bunny’s approval so far.
“… Good,” Barnaby managed to huff out, his fingers twisting within Kotetsu’s hair, struggling against the urge to simply push him down. No, better to let him take his time - to savor this, because it was especially enjoyable when Kotetsu fumbled his way through things like this and worked so hard to please him. He exhaled a soft, ragged breath, hips jerking just slightly to push himself further against Kotetsu’s tongue. “Very good.”
A sound not unlike a low purr reverberated up from the back of Kotetsu’s throat and he immediately leaned forward, breathing through his nose to take as much of his lover’s erection into his mouth as he could. He brought a hand up to curl around the base of the stiff length, pumping slightly when he could go no further. Again, his gaze flicked up, dark skin tinting red as he openly watched for Barnaby’s reactions, bobbing his head in ernest effort to make his lover’s blood quicken to even a fraction of the pace speeding through his own veins. If he was ever confident in this, it would be a long ways off still.
Kotetsu swayed a moment, nearly dizzy with arousal, and needing the extra time to steady himself before attempting to slide off the counter. It still proved too awkward a move to manage with any grace between the gangliness of youth restored and the large difference just a few inches made. Thus, his knees met hard tile all the faster, sending him over to hands as well before he ended up entirely sprawled on the floor. He looked up then, a wide eyed, eager thing desperate for instruction, all but trembling in want.
Barnaby cocked his head to the side, expression nothing but amused as he calmly undid the belt of his jeans. “Not terribly graceful, are you? That much hasn’t changed.” A hand reached down, tangling loosely into Kotetsu’s hair and tugging as a cue to right himself better onto his knees, and closer still to Barnaby. “I want,” he began lowly against Kotetsu’s ear as he bent closer, “you to suck me off. Think you can manage that?”
Kotetsu followed the tug on his hair, leaning up to set his hands on corded thighs, drawing in a short, open mouth huff of breath in an attempt to steady too-riled nerves. It didn’t really help. “Y-yes… Yes I…” He reached up, almost pawing open the zipper in order to peel down tight underwear and reveal his lover’s growing erection. Another swallow against the sudden dryness of his throat and he licked his lips with a fleeting, upward glance to catch the heated emerald gaze angled expectantly downward. He flicked his tongue out, dragging along the bottom side of the stiffening flesh, and then wrapping his lips around the head with a tentative suck, glancing up once more to gauge Bunny’s approval so far.
A hard shudder spread through Kotetsu’s form, making him tilt his head back and openly moan in appreciation, however the spreading heat manifested itself on his skin. “Yes…” he lowly hissed, bucking up the little he could in Barnaby’s hold. He knew Bunny would just keep teasing him, but they both knew he wasn’t above begging for just a little more. “I like it… when I’m under your control,” he heatedly admitted, eyes lidding from the combination of arousal and anticipation.
Barnaby’s teeth snapped against the waiting arc of Kotetsu’s throat - it was impossible to resist when he simply threw his head back like that, asking to have his neck ravished. He sucked on the skin, eyes cast upward in hopes of catching a glimpse of his expression as his fingers dragged along the length of his erection, wrapping around it for a proper squeeze. “Do you?” he breathed, tongue dragging over a prominent bruise left over Kotetsu’s skin. “Then if that’s the case - ” His fingers squeezed - stroked firmly, all before pulling away entirely. “Get on your knees, and I’ll give you a few orders.”
Kotetsu swayed a moment, nearly dizzy with arousal, and needing the extra time to steady himself before attempting to slide off the counter. It still proved too awkward a move to manage with any grace between the gangliness of youth restored and the large difference just a few inches made. Thus, his knees met hard tile all the faster, sending him over to hands as well before he ended up entirely sprawled on the floor. He looked up then, a wide eyed, eager thing desperate for instruction, all but trembling in want.
“Mmn… you do have a point,” Barnaby murmured, drawing his touch away again - just enough to keep the drag of his fingers light, delicate, far from anything satisfying. “You have always liked it when I shoved you somewhere - be it down or over something.” His grip suddenly shifted - hands upon both of those lean hips, dragging Kotetsu to the edge of the counter as his own body pressed between those thighs. “What was it you said in an interview once, Kotetsu? That you like being with someone who can just take control for a little bit?” Long, slender fingers wriggled between them, unsnapping the button of Kotetsu’s pants, delving inside to still teasingly drag his thumb over the head of his cock. “A pity there’s so many choices… shoving you to your knees, throwing you over the kitchen table - “
A hard shudder spread through Kotetsu’s form, making him tilt his head back and openly moan in appreciation, however the spreading heat manifested itself on his skin. “Yes…” he lowly hissed, bucking up the little he could in Barnaby’s hold. He knew Bunny would just keep teasing him, but they both knew he wasn’t above begging for just a little more. “I like it… when I’m under your control,” he heatedly admitted, eyes lidding from the combination of arousal and anticipation.
(Source: hero100percent)
“If you think that’s inappropriate, I could do something else,” Barnaby archly shot back, expression wholly amused as his hand crept higher. Really, under normal circumstances? He’d be stressed, he’d be annoyed, he’d be more than likely panicking - not interested in throwing Kotetsu over something and having his way with him. But knowing very well that this would wear off in due time and there was nothing to be done for it in the meantime… well, that changed things.
There was also something to be said about a little friendly revenge, and this was it.
Even more still: Kotetsu wasn’t exactly protesting. If he was? End of story and he’d let the idiot have his run around with hundred power and more than likely bouncing off of walls. Instead, it was all too obvious how aroused he was - how he jerked and shivered when Barnaby’s hand slid up between his legs and dragged over the line of his cock.
“What would you prefer, Kotetsu?”
Kotetsu swallowed, instinctively trying to press against Barnaby’s hand while he could all but feel the urge to answer tug on his vocal cords. Compelled to tell the truth, the strange next had demanded. What a cruel command. “I…” It only made him hotter. Excited already too eager nerves. Flitted his gaze around to anywhere - anywhere - but Bunny’s face. “J-just… whatever you want.” It was true, thankfully. He really wanted his lover to enjoy himself. Liked it when he wasn’t choosing, or directing just as much as he’d enjoyed throwing the brat over his knee last night.
“… Please…” A whine caught in the back of his throat and he set his weight to his hands on the edge of the counter, rocking up more deliberately towards the blond’s firm touch, blood running too hot from the forward action. “I’ll… I’ll do whatever you want. Y-you know… how much I like it… when you decide.”
(Source: hero100percent)
“Since when is coming twice like that not endurance?” Kotetsu embarrassedly snapped, practically jumping from Barnaby’s touch and only coloring all the more from his own words. “… You were the one who passed out afterward…” the defensive mutter that followed.
“I was moreso referring to the fact that you couldn’t stop yourself from coming all over my face,” was the blond’s snide retort, fingers dipping lower still to skim over the inside of one thigh. “Should I return the favor? You can’t claim it’s inappropriate - for example, I’m not forty.”
“It’s still inappropriate,” Kotetsu breathed, stilling entirely with the hand at his thigh, gripping the counter ever more tightly. “… Just maybe not quite as bad,” he added on a mumble after the fact.
