What You Want

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Kou probably should have been more concerned about his vulnerable position than he was.

He was spread on the living room floor, knees splayed as wide as they could go to accept the fall of his torso, his body bent nearly double. His arms were twisted behind his back, pinned by Dauragon as the blonde drove into him with rapid, shallow thrusts, and only a thin pillow stood between his cheek and rugburn. None of that mattered, though, as Dauragon's thrusts burned through him, threatening to split him in twain. His own cock throbbed impotently, crying for attention as the rhythm of their mating pushed him closer to the edge, but never enough to put him over.

Dauragon's rhythm abruptly broke, fragmenting into a trio of rough thrusts before the heat of Dauragon's release flooded Kou. Kou's cock twitched with envy, but orgasm was no more possible than tangoing. He nearly whimpered with frustration, only to be jerked abruptly upright and settled into Dauragon's lap. Only one hand now pinning Kou's arms back, the other caressed Kou's inner thighs. Dauragon's chin came to rest on Kou's shoulder, his breath stirring sweat-dampened hair.

"Tell me what you want."

It was a familiar routine; their matings had nothing of tenderness and everything of Dauragon's need to control. Kou had recognized that need early on and willingly given up control of himself; there was little else that Dauragon could control any more.

Of course, that didn't mean he had to make it easy.

"I could go for a roast beef sandwich," Kou replied at length, forcing his tensing thighs to loosen. "Maybe with some horseradish.

Dauragon's amused snort was a surprise, as was the sudden release of Kou's arms. Kou found himself slid from Dauragon's lap and couldn't help turning a confused look over his shoulder. He had no time to voice a question, however, as Dauragon abruptly flipped him over, his hands pressing Kou's thighs apart as he knelt between them.

Startled chocolate eyes met smug aqua, searching for some hint as to Dauragon's intentions. Propping himself up on his elbows, Kou opened his mouth to question, only to snap it shut as Dauragon's brilliant eyes narrowed and his hand closed with serpentine speed around Kou's neglected cock.

He wasn't going to--

Shit, he was.

They had had an unspoken agreement: Kou would suck Dauragon's cock, but Dauragon would never suck Kou's. The concept of Dauragon's lips brushing over the swollen head, of his tongue rasping over the shaft, of his lips pursing in little sucking kisses... well. It was preposterous. The fact that Dauragon was doing those things was somehow alien, far beyond Kou's ability to grasp.

"This is your best feature, you know," Dauragon murmured conversationally as his hand ran over the turgid shaft. "If I were a woman, I'd be falling over myself to let you fuck me." He paused consideringly, thumb stroking the sensitive gland beneath the sculpted head. "I may anyway. Would you like that, fucking me?"

Kou's tongue flicked over his lower lip as he swallowed thickly, his breath seeming overloud in his ears. "It would be interesting," he admitted with forced nonchalance, only to shake his head, the soft fall of his hair lashing over his skin. "But I prefer what we have. I don't need my cock up your ass to enjoy myself."

Dauragon's expression of surprise was quickly replaced by one of amusement. "You'd rather be fucked," he clarified, a wickedly teasing gleam lighting his eyes. "You'd rather spread for me and plead with those spaniel eyes of yours for me to make you beg for it." Dauragon's fingers slipped from Kou's cock to thrust a pair violently through the tight pucker of Kou's anus, slick with Dauragon's spent cum. His fingers curled and stroked until Kou's hips began to rock with their rhythm, only to be joined by a third. Kou's cry was muffled by his compressed lips, yet, despite the angry red of his swollen cock and the increasingly frantic moves of his hips, Kou made no effort to touch himself, his fingers instead curling impotently against the carpet. "Tell me what you want."

Kou's head dropped back, revealing the fine line of his throat and the tattoo circling it. His breathing was rough, audible as it rushed through his parted lips, catching as Dauragon's fingers teased his prostate. "Make me come," he whispered hoarsely, his eyes squeezing shut as his hips arched spasmodically from the floor. "Make me come, screaming your name, until I can't stop screaming it."

Dauragon's short laugh was mirthless, but he wasted no time in removing his fingers, using them instead to guide his refreshed cock between Kou's cheeks. He lingered for a long moment, tip nudging the opening without penetrating, and only when Kou brokenly gasped his name did he piston his hips and drive himself home. In a single thrust, he embedded himself within Kou to the balls, locking his muscles as the tattooed brunette spasmed and arched.

"Good," Dauragon murmured, fingers curling once again around Kou's insistent shaft, "just like that." He began to pump Kou's cock, the hard motions an odd counterpoint to the roll of his hips as he almost lazily began to fuck Kou. "Tell me how it feels."

Kou shifted, long legs splaying immodestly to either side of Dauragon as he lowered his shoulders to the floor, freed hand closing around Dauragon's as it moved roughly over his cock. "Good. No - incredible." Eyes slit open, Kou studied Dauragon through the thick fringe of his lashes as he brought his other hand up to tease his own nipples. "Fuck me, savage dragon," he all but growled, his upper lip curling as impending orgasm spiraled in his belly. "Burn me up, make me-- ashes--"

The lazy roll of Dauragon's hips was replaced by the vicious rhythm of their earlier mating, his hand keeping pace as it jerked over Kou's cock. He could feel the tremors of release around his driving cock and within his punishing grip, and a heartbeat before Kou's cock erupted, Dauragon released it to grab Kou by the scruff of his neck and yank him into a devouring kiss. He swallowed Kou's animal noises of pleasure, trading them for his own as the spasming of Kou's muscles around his captive cock wrenched his orgasm from him.

As the coil of pleasure released him, Dauragon became aware of the fact that his mouth was still sealed to Kou's, but the violent joining had given way to something else. The play of tongue against tongue was almost tender, the little nips almost gentle, the licks almost playful. It was new ground and Dauragon almost pulled away, only to realize that his fingers twined in Kou's hair had been instrumental in prolonging the contact. A bit grudgingly, he took the kiss for its full course, until they at last parted, Kou's lips pursing for one final moment against Dauragon's lower lip before allowing the parting to be completed.

With scant inches separating them, Dauragon studied Kou's eyes. Always, Kou had veil upon veil in his gaze, but they had been drawn aside, and the vulnerability revealed was disconcerting. Forcing his gaze away, Dauragon pushed himself back, lax cock slipping from Kou as he shifted to lean against the couch. "Go--"

"--take a shower; I stink. I know." Kou's grin was perhaps not as cocky as usual, but it firmed even as he levered himself to his feet, fingers sliding through the semen drying on his belly. "I'm a mess. You going to join me?"

Dauragon waved a hand dismissively, gaze fixed on the blank television. "I'll take one when you're done." He didn't look up as Kou nodded and padded to the bathroom, and only when the door was safely shut behind Kou did he raise his fingers to his lips, closing his eyes as the remembered kiss shuddered through him.

Something had changed.

He didn't know how to change it back.

And, he thought as he recalled Kou's open expression and all it had contained, maybe that wasn't such a bad thing.

- fin -

Notes and Disclaimers

The Bouncer is © Square Co., Ltd.

What You Want is part of a larger, as-of-yet-unwritten piece, and assumes the knowledge of some information. Kou saved Dauragon's life, rather than leaving him to die in space. No one but Leann knows that he is alive of yet, and he is bound to Kou because of this. At this point, their arrangement has been standing for quite some time.