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“Babe, I’m tired. Not tonight.”
“Ryu, you’re ALWAYS tired. Just tonight, please?” Atsushi wiped Akutagawas side bangs away from his face. His stormy eyes were exhausted and he looked like he could pass out asleep any moment.
Akutagawa sighed.
“Atsushi, I promise i’ll make it up to you double tomorrow evening, but i’ve had a long day at work.”
Atsushi rolled his eyes and sat up, still on top of Akutagawa.
“We last fucked two weeks ago. You’re NEVER in the mood and are ALWAYS “tired”. Don’t you even love me? Am I not good enough?”
“That’s not it! Don’t say things like that. Of course I love you, and we can have sex tomorrow, but I need to rest.”
Atsushi straddled Akutagawa.
He repeatedly grinded down onto Akutagawas thigh, biting his lip and erection prominent.
“Maybe you just need reminding of how good it is. Come on, don’t be frigid.”
Akutagawa scowled.
“Quit doing that.”
Akutagawa halfheartedly tried to slip out from underneath him and shuffle away but Atsushi held him in place, using their new position to grind directly onto Akutagawa’s dick.
“Feels good doesn’t it?”
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“Atsushi.”
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“Ryu, at least give me a blowjob?”
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“Stop.”
Atsushi stopped grinding and pinched his boyfriends leg HARD.
“You’re so boring lately, where’s that hot and kinky slut that I love gone?”
Akutagawa looked ashamed and guilty. Atsushi was probably right. He deserves more than what Akutagawa was currently giving him.
“… alright.”
Atsushi’s eyes lit up.
“Yeah?”
…
“Yeah.”
Akutagawa flipped onto his front.
Atsushi didn’t waste a second stripping Akutagawa bare, being rough and manhandling him like a cheap plastic doll. All Atsushi did to himself was release his cock from his boxers, remaining fully clothed for the most part.
Akutagawa didn’t look up and just shut his eyes, pressing his face into the mattress.
He’s pretty sure this is normal behaviour, so it’s fine. Everything is fine.
All couples are like this.
“Ugh, Akutagawa, you’ll be all tight now because we haven’t fucked in ages…”
Oh well, they aren’t in any rush. He passed Atsushi the lube from their nightstand drawer.
He felt his ass cheeks being spread wide, but he felt something much bigger than a finger prodding at his entrance.
“S-shit, Atsushi aren’t you going to stretch me?”
“Hm?”
Atsushi bottomed out.
“SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK ATSUSHI?”
The pain shooting through his lower back was rather excruciating.
The feeling of sort of reminded him of the time many years ago he had a leg wound reopen due to improper medical care.
This is fine.
“Well, you would have been nice and stretched and it wouldn’t have hurt if you hadn’t been “tired” every night.”
Perfect reasoning.
He was right, it’s his fault.
This is fair payback.
Although he couldn’t see from this position, he was sure Atsushi had an animalistic glint in his eyes. He was mercifully allowed time to adjust - but it doesn’t mean when Atsushi pulled back and thrusted in again it didn’t hurt like hell. He bit his hand so he wouldn’t scream out.
Atsushi smirked, “Move your hand, I want to hear all those pretty noises you make when you’re feeling good like this.”
They were NOT noises of pleasure, Atsushi.
Honestly, Akutagawa may have blacked out. He can’t really remember much of what happened. He knows Atsushi must have finished inside him at one point because he had to deal with the cold, dried sticky mess inside him when he awoke the next morning.
He was extremely sore, thought it wouldn’t have been nearly so bad if he had been stretched beforehand.
Akutagawa doesn’t think he even came at the end. Atsushi must have just used his partners body how he wanted and went to sleep.
That’s fine. He would have been too tired to enjoy it in the first place.
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But why does this all feel so wrong?
He feels battered and broken, as if he was taken advantage of.
Why?
He had given consent hadn’t he? It’s not like he was sexually assaulted. Not being prepped was probably just a kink or fantasy Atsushi wanted to try out - nothing new. They used to do pain play all the time.
He can’t blame Atsushi for a few aches and pinches of pain in the morning, because that used to be quite common the next day after they had rough sex.
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Yeah.
What was he thinking? Trying to play victim when there wasn’t even a case…
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It’s fine.
Everything is fine.
Nothing to worry about.