"S-Stop." Another ineffectual shove draws a languid smile from Kenji.
"You don't have to fight. I know you want this. I see you begging me for it every day."
"I don't- uhn..." Another whimper escapes him as warm, wet breath tracks up his neck and back to his mouth. The hand on his crotch also travels upward, unbuttoning his shirt.
Suddenly, Kenji sits up and jerks off Jake's pants and socks with practiced speed.
"Hey-!" Jake's protestations are cut off again as Kenji attacks his mouth with a renewed vigor. The bottom can't get out anything coherent as hot lips and hands explore his body.
He can't help but moan when Kenji hits that specific place between his hip and ass. Jake doesn't know why that particular strip of skin is so sensitive, but any time Kenji brushes against it - intentionally or not - Jake just absolutely melts. Kenji is well aware of this and uses the information to its fullest advantage.
Jake manages to get his face free and stammer through another excuse, but Kenji just sneers and drags the trembling man towards the bedroom, forcefully stripping him of his shirt on the way.
Kenji throws him at the bed and climbs on top to pin his wrists before the boy can skitter away.
"I know you want this, sweetheart, just submit," Kenji purrs lovingly to Jake's adam's apple. Taking the queue, Jake thrashes his hips around in an (inevitably hopeless) attempt to flee.
"You. Will. Submit.
Boy
." Kenji grinds his hips down on Jake's groin, and the boy can only whine helplessly and let his head flop back down. He shivers again as the hand not holding his wrists above his head traces its way down to the hem of his shorts, then beneath it to the throbbing member in desperate need of attention.
Kenji gave it exactly that, keeping Jake occupied with intense kisses. "See?" he murmurs, "You just need to allow yourself to accept it."
The dominant man swiftly removes the shorts and sits on the boy's legs so he can't escape while he slicks his fingers with contents from a mysteriously produced bottle.
Jake throws his head back with a load moan as Kenji swallows his whole cock in one go. The man slips a digit in hole while Jake is distracted, and a second quickly follows. Well familiar with this process, Jake's body relaxes into the feeling, letting Kenji stretch him like they'd done so many times before.
When Kenji comes up for air, Jake realizes he has a hand buried in the other man's hair. He pants out, "I c-can't take any more..." Lie. Jake has taken Kenji's entire fist on multiple occasions, and sometimes even more than that.
"Did you know the human asshole can stretch up to eight times its size before sustaining permanent damage?" A third finger slips into him easily.
"You can't j-just say something so creepy when y-you're looking at me like that," Jake groans as Kenji returns to his swollen member.
The man ignores him in favor of the mass of meat in his mouth.
Holy shit
, Jake thinks he might pass out if Kenji doesn't let him come soon.
Kenji pulls off his cock with a pop and kisses it down to the base, then presses his face into the hair at Jake's groin and inhales like it's the last breath he'll ever have. Jake swears at the ceiling, legs shaking.
"What's that? Ready to give it up?" Jake suddenly remembers the character he's supposed to be playing and fights as Kenji climbs on top of him again and unbuttons his own pants for the first time.
Despite Jake's struggles, Kenji lifts the boy's ass onto his thighs and holds it there with a palm to the abdomen, using the other hand to pull out his equally excited member and lubricate it.
Jake, watching this, mewls and tightens his legs, trying to sit up.
"Now, now, it's not the time to be backing out." Kenji quickly leans forward and pins Jake's wrists again.
He positions himself at Jake's entrance and pauses long enough to draw that special needy whine out of the boy. Then he shoves himself inside, turning the whine into a strangled moan. Jake's hole, well accustomed to Kenji's size, stretches comfortably around the man's throbbing erection.
Kenji, now panting as hard as Jake, grips the boy's hair and pulls back, exposing his neck. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" Jake can feel the man's eyes fixed on his throat as he gulps.
Moans come from both of them as Kenji drives into the boy's hungry ass over and over.
Jake whimpers at a sudden absence when Kenji pulls out. Before he can say anything, he's roughly flipped over, and Kenji pulls at his waist with bruising force. In a last-ditch effort, the boy jerks his hips around, but a sharp spank on his ass pulls him up short.
"I'm getting tired of your struggling, boy." Kenji smoothly rubs the sting out of Jake's skin. "
Submit
," he growls at the base of the boy's skull.
Another struggle by Jake meets a slap on his other cheek, and he finally gives in and collapses to the sheet.
"Good boy," Kenji groans. He drags Jake's hips up to his crotch and twists the boy's arm behind his back, forcing his face into the mattress. "Take my dick like a good little slut," he says as he starts violently fucking the hole beneath him.
Pulling the boy up by his hair, Kenji tugs their torsos together, bending Jake's back at just the right angle that he can hit his prostate.
Another familiar whining moan tells Kenji he's found the right spot, and he assaults it mercilessly.
Bending the boy further, Kenji bites at his ear and whispers "
Beg
."
Jake lets his head flop with a whimpered denial. Increasing the speed of his thrusts, Kenji commands louder, "
Beg
."
Finally at the end of his rope, Jake finally breaks. "Fuck yes please daddy f- uh-" He can't finish a coherent sentence, dissolving into pants and moans.
"Fuuuuck, baby, come for me," Kenji gasps into Jake's neck. He bites down hard, sending them both over the edge, and ropey strings of Jake's cum decorate the sheets. Kenji keeps thrusting as he pushes his seed further into his sub.
After they finally still, Kenji pulls out and massages the cum-wet hole. Jake, trembling and breathing in strange quick pants, sinks down to the mattress.
"Hey," Kenji breathes. Then, with more concern, "Hey, are you okay? Did I go too far? What's wrong?"
While Jake's silent face is turned into the pillow, the only thing Kenji can do is rub the shivering boy's back and try to pull himself back together.
"Love? Can you talk?"
"G-Good. Yeah." Kenji can barely hear Jake's quiet stammer.
"Good? Okay." The man shifts around so that he can spoon his lover, carefully separating him from the wet spot on the sheet. "Okay," he whispers into Jake's hairline, and softly kisses his neck.
In his boyfriend's warm embrace, Jake eventually comes back to himself, his breath much calmer.
Kenji notices when the boy's eyes flutter open and gently stokes his arms. "Are you okay? I don't know if I've seen that reaction before."
"No, yeah, I'm good. It felt good... like, really, really good. It was just a little... overwhelming, I guess." Jake reaches back to stroke the other man's hair, then twists to press a tender kiss against his lips. "Thanks for... everything," he sighs peacefully.
"Okay." Smiling into Jakes soft hair, Kenji hugs him closer. "Anytime. I love you."
"Mhmn."
Kenji thinks Jake must be the most beautiful creature on the planet as he watches the brunette fall asleep. Leaving the mess for the morning, he kisses the boy's hair and lets himself drift off.
