A snowflake for tomtoru001!

[snowmods09]

Title: and when he calls (he calls for me)
Pairings: Sakuma Daisuke/Meguro Ren
Genres: Smut
Rating: Explicit/Mature
Summary: Sakuma’s interested in exploring, Meguro loves him deeply.
Warnings: cnc, slight implications of kidnapping, light bondage, heavy degradation, light praise, humiliation in a way..? anal fingering, throat fucking
Author's notes: i wrote this after coming out of a long writer’s block yipee it was so fun hope you enjoy!

“You can never hurt me, I promise.”

Meguro repeated that in his head like a mantra, looking down at his phone to check Sakuma’s location with his heart in his throat. When Sakuma came to him with the suggestion of exploring kinks, Meguro was certain he was just talking about choking, spanking, the tame ones— He was sorely wrong, of course.

Meguro was far from judgemental, he wasn’t one to judge what people did behind closed doors, or maybe outside of closed doors, if that’s what they liked. Now, it was all new to Meguro, this whole BDSM thing, he tried a few things with Sakuma, like restricting him with cuffs and rope, overstimulating him, testing out praising and degrading him, it was quite exhilarating to Meguro actually, having that control over your partner.

Did he feel guilty afterwards? A little bit, but it all fades away when the pink haired man looks up at him with that same sweet smile after everything is done, the way he peppers kisses all over Meguro’s face with so much affection, comforting him and telling him it’s okay. And Meguro always felt okay with Sakuma, anyway.

But it was an entirely different ballgame all together with this. 

Meguro was standing in the stairwell of his apartment building like Sakuma and he had planned, for a week, mind you. The former found it hilarious that they had to plan out literal sex, but he loved Sakuma, even if he did piss him off a bit. 

The younger looked down at his phone with a soft sigh, watching Sakuma’s location move on the screen. He feels himself genuinely get a bit afraid, what if he takes it too far? What if he hurts Sakuma? He gulps deeply and leaned back against the concrete stairs, tilting his head to the ceiling as he tries his best to calm his nerves, the last thing he needs is his thoughts being plagued with the thoughts of causing genuine harm to the love of his life. 

“You’re going to have to explain what that is, babe,” Meguro laughs with his arms wrapped around Sakuma’s shoulders, face buried in his (damaged) pink hair, letting his faint scent linger in his senses for a moment.

The older man rolls his eyes with a twinge of playfulness in his actions, resting his head against his boyfriend’s chest, “It just stands for ‘consensual non-consensual’, basically roleplay. So, what usually is non-consensual situations, is played out by two consenting parties, usually to cope with trauma, sometimes people just like the idea of losing that control, like me!”

Meguro was dumbfounded for a moment, trying to register what Sakuma just said with an awkward blink of his eyes. That surely was a kink he hadn’t heard of, but hey, he wasn’t judging, he was just him— basically just clueless, “So… You’d like to try it out…?”

Sakuma smiles with his chin against Meguro’s chest now, looking up at him and the latter swears he feels his heart flutter for a moment, “I would love to experiment with it, but only if you’re willing to.”

Now, Meguro had a hard time saying no to the older man, but don’t get him wrong, everything he did with and for Sakuma, he did willingly. But something about this made his stomach churn nervously, not because he didn’t want to, but he was afraid.

The flicker of uncertainty in his eyes doesn’t go unnoticed to Sakuma and he reaches out his hand to cup his cheek tenderly, “We don’t have to do it, it’s okay.”

“No no, it’s not that I don’t want to, I know you wanna try it out but I’m afraid I might make you hate me, or worse, I might hurt you,” Meguro murmurs in an uncharacteristically shy manner that even Sakuma’s caught off guard for a moment.

Sakuma chuckles softly and affectionately, nodding understandingly with that gentle smile Meguro grew to love more and more over the years, “You can never hurt me, I promise.”

The ring of a notification on Meguro’s phone snaps him out of his daze, a message from Sakuma and he sighs in relief, thinking something had happened to the older on the way to his apartment. 

They had a whole elaborate set up that they knew wouldn’t alarm Meguro’s neighbours too much, and honestly, Meguro would be lying if this whole scenario wasn’t making his dick throb a little. But he can’t shake off the overwhelming nervousness, the same anxiety he’d feel before getting on stage to act, how funny would it be for him to get stage fright over this.

‘reaching your place soon! unlock the door for me (⌒▽⌒)’ Meguro smiles faintly at the text and sighs again, feeling a little relieved by a simple text. If anything, that probably just showed how much Sakuma meant to him.

He won’t hurt Sakuma, he could never hurt him and he slowlt regains his confidence in himself, taking a deep breath and opens up Sakuma’s location again, waiting with a new found eagerness.

Sakuma watches the ‘sent’ below his text turn into ‘seen’ and his feels his heart race with anticipation. It was a lot colder tonight than usual, maybe it’s because of his body practically trembling with excitement, but he doesn’t stop his legs from moving forward until he turns into the lift lobby of Meguro’s apartment building. 

He loves Meguro so much it made him feel a little silly for being able to hold so much love for someone, every moment spent with his boyfriend made him feel like the only man in the world and he feels like he’s in a dream every single time. But he couldn’t deny that rush in his veins when he remembers their size difference, Meguro was so much more taller than him, and Sakuma was hit with the ‘lack of height’ genes from his parents. He loved it especially more when Meguro would force him into submission, feeling smaller than usual under his scrutinising gaze that Meguro always had in bed.

But this way different, and in a way, giving up all that control and power in a situation like this would have been terrifying to anyone else, but Sakuma wanted to feel powerless to Meguro, he wanted to feel like less of a person, he wanted that intense high, and he was glad Meguro was open enough to try it, even if there’s a possibility this may be the first and last time they do it, Sakuma was going to savour every second.

Everything was painfully slow, he watches the numbers go up on the display screen of the lift, watching it go all the way to Meguro’s level and he shakily breathes out when he exits the open doors. His shoes against the flooring beneath him echoes through the empty hallway, moonlight spilling through the window at the end, everyone must be asleep by now, and he hopes none of Meguro’s neighbours are light sleepers.

He makes his way to the door of his lover’s apartment, mind too overrun by anticipation he doesn’t hear the footsteps behind him. Heart practically jumping out of his chest when he feels a gloved hand covering his mouth, and Sakuma knows exactly who it is.

Fearful exhilaration washing over his senses, Sakuma kicks and hits Meguro's chest against his back, his faint screams muffled by the glove, “Shh, don’t fight it,” Meguro whispered into his lover’s ears before dragging him into the apartment, throwing him inside, he locks the door behind him and he notices the glimmer of desire and terror, and for a second, he feels a little guilty, afraid that he may have hurt Sakuma but he hadn’t called their safe word yet, so he continues.

Sakuma leans against his elbows, eyes locked on Meguro’s with a surge of arousal shooting through his body when he sees that smirk on his face along with the faintest hint of tenderness in his eyes, a reminder of his undying love for Sakuma despite it all, “You look so cute when you’re scared, y’know?” He slowly takes a step closer to Sakuma but the latter crawls back on his elbows, trying to get away from Meguro.

“Get away! Leave me alone, please-” Before Sakums could finish his sentence, he’s being dragged by the arm into Meguro’s bedroom.

His back hits the bedpost with a soft thud, not hard enough to hurt him, but harsh enough for it to instill a sense of anxiety in Sakuma. His breathing stutters as Meguro crouches down to him, his gaze cruel with a twisted grin on his face, but despite it all, he relished the uncertainty of what was going to happen to him.

“What do you want from me?” Sakuma asks shakily, backing up against the hard wood behind him in an attempt to build more distance between him and Meguro.

The latter lets out a low chuckle and pulls Sakuma onto the bed. In a sudden surge of determination, Sakuma tries to roll over and leave the bed but his wrists are pinned back down onto the soft mattress by Meguro’s hand, free hand running up against Sakuma’s arm, sending shivers down his back, “I want many things, senpai,” Whispering the title in Sakuma’s ear with seduction lacing his tone, a small reference to him and Sakuma being in the same faculty in university, and Sakuma liked hearing it anyway, “But why would I spoil the fun when I could just show you?”

Without missing a beat, he pulls Sakuma’s shirt over his head, discarding it onto the floor as he straddles his waist. Greedy gaze running up and down his body and he licks his lips, removing his gloves to feel his lover’s body against his palms. 

A whimper spills from Sakuma’s lips when Meguro’s fingers dance across his skin, purposefully avoiding his perked nipples with a teasing smirk, he leans down slowly, grazing his tongue against Sakuma’s jawline and ear with a pleased hum, “You taste so good.”

Sakuma could fight back easily, he was well-built, knew the basics of self defense, but why would he want to? He allowed himself to be powerless under Meguro’s touch, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes as fear and arousal sends his heart racing. His breath hitches with each second Meguro spends his time leaving teasing licks all over the sensitive skin of his neck and collarbones, tiny whines leaving him when Meguro nips and sucks at his pale skin, leaving a trail of purple marks in his wake, tightening his grip on Sakuma’s wrists when he attempts to wiggle out of it, “You still have some fight left in you… We can’t have that.”

Tutting with mock disappointment as he sits back up, he stays there for a moment and stares down at Sakuma’s flushed face, lips parted as he catches his breath, he feels his chest swirl with so many emotions he just wants to kiss him, but he steels himself and gets off Sakuma for a moment.

The older follows his movements with a racing heart, watching him reach under the bed and pull out some rope that had used before. Sakuma feels a shiver go down his spine and Meguro turns to him with a taunting smile, “Don’t look so scared, you’ll love it.”

He tosses the rope down on the bed and pulls Sakuma by the hips, eagerly flipping him onto his stomach and grabbed his arms to bind his wrists behind his back. His touch is tender, much like most of Meguro’s touches, but there is a lingering sense of possession in the way he wraps the rope around his wrists, securing the knot tightly and he pauses to admire his handiwork with a satisfied nod.

He pulls Sakuma’s sweatpants off of him, turning him over again and a sadistic grin appears on Meguro’s face, noticing the tent in his lover’s boxers, “Oh? Don’t tell me this is turning you on?”

Sakuma feels his cheeks burn up with embarrassment, turning his face away to avoid Meguro’s harsh gaze but is brought back to face him again when he grabs his jaw, forcing Sakuma to look him in the eyes, “Answer me, whore.”

“No, it isn’t…” The pink haired man mutters softly as his eyes prick with tears again, his cock twitching under his boxers achingly at the harshness of Meguro’s words.

Smirking at his denial and defiance, Meguro nods unbelievingly, “You can lie all you want, but your body doesn’t,” He notices the tears welling up in Sakuma’s eyes and he feels his heart swell with satisfaction, semi-proud of himself for living up to Sakuma’s fantasies.

He pulls the final layer of clothing covering Sakuma, erection springing out making him flush deeply at how exposed he was, even if he had been a million times before, he felt almost shameful this time. 

“Aw, look at you, you’re just asking for it, aren’t you?” Meguro coos mockingly as he glances down at his lover’s arousal, reaching his hand down to tease Sakuma’s tip with his thumb, rubbing gentle circles around the small slit with precum coating it. He watches the way Sakuma shudders and whimpers, his own arousal growing just from watching him, “I wonder…” He leans down slowly, hot breath tickling the shell of Sakuma’s ear, “What would your fans think seeing their beloved idol get reduced to nothing but a needy slut, huh?”

“Stop.. Please, I don’t want this…” Sakuma breathes out softly as he bites back his moans, eyebrows furrowing from the pleasure coursing through his veins.

“Are you sure? Your hips are bucking for more,” Shit eating grin plastered onto Meguro’s face as he watches in satisfaction at the way Sakuma tries to deny the pleasure he feels, eyes rolling back from his sensitive body, “What a good toy…”

Meguro moves his hands away from Sakuma’s needy length, eliciting a small whine from the older before Meguro grabs a fistful of his pink hair, shoving him down to the hardwood floor. Seated down on his knees, he looks up at his boyfriend with glossy eyes from tears, stomach churning with fear a little before he gulps nervously as he watches Meguro hastily pull down his pants.

Sakuma almost loses sight of the scenario he’s in when he almost feels himself start drooling at the sight of Meguro’s hardened length. The small flicker of need in Sakuma’s eyes doesn’t go unnoticed and the younger smirks, “Come on, start working that pretty mouth,” Slapping the tip against Sakuma’s pretty pink lips, cock twitching when he gazes into his teary eyes. Holy shit, maybe this was turning him on more than he realised it would.

Hesitantly, Sakuma parts his lips, sliding Meguro’s cock into his mouth slowly— just to tease him a bit amidst their little scenario, “Fuck…” The raven haired man tilts his head back, eyes fluttering close from the warmth of Sakuma’s mouth enveloping him.

He began to bob his head back and forth, tongue sliding against the base of Meguro’s cock causes a groan to erupt from him, gripping onto both sides of Sakuma’s head, he pushes himself deep into his mouth, tip hitting the back of his throat with a gag that rumbles through Meguro’s body, causing him to let out a guttural moan. He pulls out slightly, giving Sakuma a moment to breathe before he sheathes himself back into his mouth.

He holds Sakuma’s head in place as he thrusts his hips into his parted lips, Meguro looks down at watches every detail of his boyfriend’s face, small tears beginning to trickle down from his pretty brown eyes with reddened cheeks, mixture of precum and drool dripping down his chin, light sheen of sweat covering his face. Meguro almost can’t believe he’s the only one who gets to see Sakuma like this, who gets to make Sakuma like this, “Maybe I’ll keep you like this, make you my personal fucktoy,” Meguro muses lowly, his grip on Sakuma’s hair tightening with each thrust that brings him closer and closer to his climax, “God knows all you’re good for is your pretty mouth and hole.”

The words leave Meguro’s mouth so easily, but he makes sure to prioritise Sakuma’s comfort above all, loosening his grip ever so often to rub gentle circles into his scalp, just to ease him a little and remind him that he’s still here even amidst their twisted fantasies. And Sakuma always feels his heart get full at the small gesture, even if Meguro was busy using his throat— and even if his untouched dick was throbbing at each filth ridden word that leaves the otherwise gentle and kind Meguro.

With a final thrust and a deep groan, Meguro empties himself down Sakuma’s throat, the younger squeezing his eyes at the sensation of the warmth falling down his throat, “Good boy, senpai,” Meguro lets out a breathy laugh as he pulls out of Sakuma’s used mouth, pumping his length in front of the older’s face, any leftover cum spurts onto Sakuma’s face, painting his mole littered face with the sheer white liquid, “So pretty… I bet you’d look even prettier with my dick buried deep into your hole.”

Without wasting a second, Meguro pulls Sakuma onto the bed with ease by the rope binding his wrists behind his back, throwing him stomach flat with his legs dangling off the edge, “W-wait! Stop! Not there, not there!” Sakuma cries out with fear, it almost makes Meguro feel like he was being genuine about it until he reminds himself about the situation they were in.

“But why?” Meguro leans down and presses his tongue against the back of his lover’s ear, nibbling at the sensitive skin to hear those sweet whimpers again, “You took my cock so well in your mouth, I’m sure you can take it in the ass,” He chuckles darkly and lands a resounding smack onto the older’s rear end, leaving a red imprint against his milky skin.

Positioning his, once again, hardened cock with Sakuma’s clenched cheeks, prying them open with his palms as a deep groan leaves his lips at the sight of his rosy hole. Wasting no time, he gently slides his thumb in to prep Sakuma a little, eliciting a sweet moan from him, “Oh? What happened to not doing it here?” Meguro smirks as he slowly moves his thumb in and out of his tight hole, “You’re just a dumb slut who thinks with his dick, aren’t you? You love to be used, it doesn't matter by who.”

Sakuma buries his face in the sheets below him, moans muffled from the mattress as he clenches around Meguro’s thumb from the obvious arousal he was feeling that he tried to hide. But it all crumbles down when he unexpectedly feels Meguro replace his thumb with his cock stretching him out. No matter how many times they did this, Sakuma’s body could never get used to Meguro’s size, sending his eyes flying open as a cry of pleasure erupts from his chest.

Meguro presses against the small of Sakuma’s back, feeling the way he trembles from the way he buried himself deep in his pulsating ass. Slowly, he began to rock his hips, drawing soft squirms from Sakuma that drive him absolutely fucking nuts. His movements are slow and deliberate, each thrust punctuated with their bodies slapping against each other, each thrust making Meguro sigh from pleasure, “So fucking tight,” Meguro murmurs before reaching out to yank Sakuma’s hair, pulling his head back till he’s slightly lifted off the bed before he begins to pick up the pace.

Sakuma’s mind goes blank, feeling the way Meguro moulds his hole into his shape, eyes rolling back into his head as his mouth hangs open with incoherent babbles falling out, making Meguro laugh sadistically, quickening the way he pounds into Sakuma, leaving him empty minded and a whimpering mess, “S-slow down… Please…”

Chuckling at Sakuma’s request, he goes faster, keeping his hand firmly gripped in his pink strands, looking down at where their bodies connected with a rush of arousal coming over him, “You were made to take me- Fuck- all of you belongs to me,” Tenderness seeps into his words amidst the possessive nature. 

He throws his head back as he feels the tightness of Sakuma’s ass start to get to him, he reaches down and wraps his palm around Sakuma’s cock, starting to stroke it eagerly as he attempts to get him to cum with him, causing the older to jolt from the sudden added pleasure, tears beginning to run down his face again, all his senses overwhelmed he doesn’t notice the way his body begins to tense up at his impending orgasm.

“Meme!” Sakuma cries out before spurting out ropes of cum from his own orgasm, Meguro reaches his climax shortly after. The feeling of the younger filling him up with his warmth makes Sakuma twitch and tremble under him.

Meguro lets out a long sigh and slowly pulls out, watching the way his seed spills from Sakuma’s hole and he swears he shudders for a moment before turning back to Sakuma. He reaches out to brush sweaty strands of hair stuck to his skin behind his ear, small smile on his face before he placed a gentle kiss on his shoulder, “You did so well, my love,” He murmurs against his skin as he peppers kisses up to his cheek, “Let’s get you untied,” Reaching down to undo the knot with gentle fingers, lifting Sakuma’s arms as he uncoils the rope, eyes glancing over to his exhausted lover with a full heart.

He picks him up bridal style, walking into the bathroom and placing the older down onto the toilet. He crouches down in front of him and gave him that same gentle smile that Sakuma always loved, “You okay, baby?” He asks with a soft voice, despite it though, he couldn’t help but wonder if he had gone too far, if he had actually hurt Sakuma unknowingly

Sakuma nods— of course he’s okay, he’s the happiest he’s been and it’s all because of Meguro. He notices the worry and anxiety in the younger’s eyes and he reaches out to cup his cheeks with a tender caress, “I’m okay, are you?”

Meguro hesitates for a moment but he eventually melts into Sakuma’s touch with a nod, seeing that same light in his eyes every time they do something like this and suddenly, everything just feels right again. He wraps his arms around Sakuma’s waist, exhaling into his chest, “I love you so much, I really do.”

Sakuma lets out a gentle laugh, stroking his boyfriend’s hair gently, “And I love you so very much too.”