Mon minou

"Remember, it's because of your choices that we're doing this."

He'd entered the bar the same as usual, the large space quiet and still as the night dragged its feet. Acting like he owned the place- and wasn't it true? This was his turf, and someone in debt was as good as a collateral you were owed. So yeah, he owned the place- and he owned the man. He kicked the bar counter knowing that it didn't matter if he left a scuff, and the noise made the bar's owner come out from backstore like ringing the dinner bell. 

It would have been brave of him, if the both of them didn't know better— if Stone didn't know that he was just as unsafe from him wherever he tried to hide, if Syori didn't know Stone was his to do whatever he pleased with. He was still in his usual work clothes, he noted, all buttoned vest and shirt- but no bowtie. 

Stone, a young man around his age, and already a business owner. Too good to be true– that was where the debt came in. He was all fire and class, with brown honey skin and dark chocolate curls. But Syori wouldn't be the one eating today.

Stone walked in complaining some, weakly— artifice. If there was one thing the barman was good at, Syori'd come to know, it was putting on a show. But with him unbuckling his pants, Stone had gone awfully quiet, eyes full of anticipation, body gone stiff, like it often did nowadays.

It must be hard, trying to hide how badly he wanted to suck his cock.

"I'm generous, aren't I?" He helped, kicking his pants to pool around him, but not stepping out of them, standing confident. Standing tall, because Stone always made him feel larger than life. The cock in his stance was clear, come to me. 

The metal buckle of his belt thunked against the floor.

But his well-trained stray didn't move.

"Hey, I'm talking to you." He made his tone less agreeable, more biting. But not angry, not yet.

Stone blinked, and stepped closer, slowly, dragging the moment out. "Yes..." 

Syori scoffed, not betraying the adrenaline spreading through him in a heatwave, like a good shot of whisky. "Checks out, your tongue's more skilled at other things than talking, isn't it? Get on your knees, open your mouth. Get to it."

Syori liked artifice much less, it turned out— disliked going indirectly about things, preferred people naked and defenseless when faced with the power of him. How satisfying it was to rip it out of Stone, then.

When Syori grabbed his hair to pull and push him down to the ground, it felt freshly washed, his soft curls light and fresh, wrapping around his gloved fingers almost like an invitation. Clean.

He only got a whiff of the soft vanilla scent of soap on him as he fell down and his knees knocked on the floor, and Syori's fingers flexed, tightening in the hair. Syori's hands had killed a man earlier that day. Gloves or not. He wondered what he smelled like right now, if his cologne could truly cover up something like that. Well, 's not like he wasn't going to be smelling something else pungent from very up close real soon. 

The stress lingering in him from work all melted away in lava now, his nerves going from stress to fire at the idea of dirtying him just as soon as he'd showered. At the idea of staining him, that Stone couldn't get Syori off of him.

Stone was all fire and class, until Syori robbed him of those.

He remembered saying it once, taunting, after Stone had gotten on his knees to beg for his life—you know what? You look good like this, legs spread. He hadn't known just how right he was yet, not like he did now, from experience. 

Syori appreciated the sight he made, glancing at him from above his lower eyelashes, blonde and shining in the dim warm bar lights painting everything golden and copper. He eyed the curve of Stone's thighs parting, lowering, lower, lower to be at eye level with his crotch. He didn't have to stand straight- he could slouch, could lean to the side- it didn't matter, Stone would follow down, lower than him, chasing his hips. Yes, Stone made him feel so tall, below him.

Stone didn't do that anymore— begging for his life. Instead his mouth panted, drying, staring at him with pupils blown wide— instead he begged for his breath.

He looked so fucking helpless. Syori was getting hard.

"Remember, you need me." He said, low, almost whispering. He saw the slight tremble his voice sent through Stone and had to fight back a chuckle.

That's right. Stone liked grime.

Syori eyed his parted lips, thinking of how dirty he was about to make him… Taming that tongue into something just for him to enjoy, something that swallowed all the musk and salt. "Well? Have you been listening?" Syori tilted Stone's head back with his grip, raising Stone's eyes back up at him.

Gingerly, Stone's parting lips widened into hanging jaws as he opened his mouth and let his tongue slip ever so slightly out…

Heat flared in his chest. "Good."

Stone's movements were slow but Syori's were not. Syori shoved Stone's head forward, his face almost knocking into his crotch. He let his hand fall to the back of  Stone's neck, the touch almost gentle in its indifference.

His practiced hands suddenly hurried to hold onto the fabric of his boxers, and Syori fought back a shiver as the pads of his fingers caressed down his skin, lowering the hem…

His dick fell forward, leaning against the band of his underwear. He was still soft, but getting harder was easy with Stone's hot breaths puffing against him, heating him up and sending sparks up his back…

He hissed a little when the elastic caught against his balls, and Syori shoved his boxers down to hang under his thighs in one push, impatient. The hand on Stone's nape stayed loose as things became still, but electricity fizzled at his fingertips. 

It annoyed him when Stone spent too long staring. One time, looking at it, a whispered 'cute' had inadvertently fallen from his lips. He'd earned the face fucking he got. He bet the cum down his throat was 'cute', too.

Just the memory of it made him pick up the pace, sparks flaring from his fist in Stone's hair as he tensed his arm, muscles flexing. He shoved Stone's face against his half-hard cock, the touch of skin on skin cool- but not for long, seeing the flush on Stone's face darkening, his body heating up- just like the depth of his black eyes. 

Stone's breathing became heavier, muffled in his pubes. Tightening his grip against the hair at his nape earned him a faint mewl from the man, and finally, Stone turned his face to nuzzle his nose against his dick. 

His tongue touched the underside of his dick and all melted away like chocolate drizzle and dreams- there was only the sweet touch of Stone, in his palm. His warm tongue caressed his underside, moving up to give the side of his dick a kiss, and his hands on his thighs reached up to fondle him, his touch experienced but still as exploring as it'd been the first times. So eager, for someone coerced.

His dick naturally jutted slightly to the left, and Stone used this to his advantage, pushing his head against his stomach to his right in the wider crook it offered. His hand cupped the other side of his dick for leverage as he licked lengths up it, and now his dick stood proud.

He watched Stone's eyes grow hazy the more that precum dripped onto his cheek, the more that the large room started smelling like sex, overpowering the smells of smoky incense, alcohol stains and the disinfected counter behind him, all lost in the bubble of body heat between them.

Syori groaned, his back tingling nicely when he leaned back against the counter, leaving Stone more space to lean forward and he tilted his head left to kiss his tip. His lips wrapped around his head and pushed the foreskin back the more of him he took into his mouth. His saliva wet his shaft further, and Stone then went back to licking his tip, tonguing at his hole like french kissing, lips smacking in unholy sounds that made his heartbeat pulse in his groins. He started sucking, his tongue swirled and Syori masked his moan as a grunt, hissing it through his teeth quietly. His fingers pressed over veins in a way that made his pulse thrum.

Tension left his body leaning against the counter, smelling the alcohol on opened bottles lined up behind it all the more- intoxicating. His head wanted to fall backwards, but he wouldn't let it happen- not when Stone was giving such a good show.

Stone looked so good around his cock. Plush lips brushed against his nerves in all the right ways, eyes half-lidded focusing on his work, fingers, and below, a glimpse of his collar hanging ajar and the dark skin under it. Syori's nails raked lightly against Stone's scalp. 

A sight left his lungs… He patted Stone's head, mindlessly running his fingers through his hair, his reins, flexing when a particularly strong wave of pleasure crashed through him. All of his day melted away... All the frustration, the doubt, the guilt, until only righteous pleasure was left. His finger twirled lightly around a curl, making patterns on his scalp that let Stone know he was being rewarded by the pleasure he gave that made Syori patient.

Stone continued his licks, lapping up his pre, sucking and kissing, used his hands to pump— continued making little waves of pleasure ripple from his dick through him, but not enough. Syori's finger stilled against Stone's head, his good mood going away along with the minutes. Stone's last warning to spice things up came as slow tapping of his finger against his skull. Tap, tap, tap. 

Syori turned mean when hungry, and that cleavage was sinfully tempting. 

He moved his other hand, the one that he'd let Stone forget was there, free and ready to pounce. It lunged to grab a fistful of the front of Stone's neat shirt and pulled, buttons straining as Syori harshly tore at it, sews loosening to let his collar pop open.

Syori freed the collarbone and chest that the collar had teased at, and oh, the rain of buttons on the floor sounded like bliss.

He knew his true target- Syori leaned forward over Stone, reached in and splayed his hand on Stone's chest— Only to reach for the man's rosary safely tucked away inside. 

Yes, as much as Stone could hide, no matter where, nowhere would be far away from him enough to be safe— and nothing could be hidden deep enough in Stone for Syo not to be able to reach in and grab it.

And the more Stone tried, the more it riled Syori up to hunt.

Syori didn't need a sword to make Stone scared.

Stone's tongue stilled on his dick. His breath always hitched when Syori harshly grasped the rosary, in a delicious way that made hot air puff against his tip. When Syori tugged at it, it always made him eager to fall forward to avoid him breaking it, moving in synch with his every little pull. He cared about the thing more than his own body, and now Syori held both.

And how palpable it was in the air now how eager Stone was to obey him- it thrummed with it. Stone's hands flew to grasp Syori's legs for leverage, his fine smooth nails digging into his thighs' muscles.

… And Syori pulled-

The beads thunked against each other as the string strained, Stone's eyes wide as his skin became shiny from sweat- and then Stone finally followed the movement, slowly going down onto his length, taking more and more of his dick into his warm mouth… Stone's breathing audibly quickened.

Syori groaned. That was reward. 

In rhythm of Syori pulling and loosening his grasp on the rosary, Stone bobbed up and down on his cock, his hands clutching his thighs, shaking when Syori forced him closer, closer, closer-

Syori kept himself from bucking into his mouth. That was reward, too. 

The fever was getting to his head- waves of lunacy crashing through him alongside the shivers Stone's eagerness to please him caused, massaging him with his tongue and cheeks.

And Syori didn't break the rosary- not now- and that was reward.

So hot, so much drool, the slick push and pull— just like pussy. Wet and warm for him, just for him, just for him.

"Suck." His grip on the rosary trembled.

And god, Stone clenched around him and the sensation threatened to make him bust right there.

After all, dogs learned better on a mix of rewards and threats. Syori threatened Stone to suck his dick, and getting to suck his dick was reward. 

Or it was now, anyways, Syori knew. He bit his lip from the vibrations of Stone sloppily humming and moaning around his cock. Syori didn't allow himself a moan, but he let out a breath, a satisfied sort of sigh, even as his arm kept the rhythmic pulling on Stone's leash. 

But it was with some jealousy that Syori gripped the rosary, that he taunted Stone with the worst of what he could think to do to him— How dare? How dare he value this puny thing so much? How dare he still pray, when it was Syori who decided his fate?

That memory of face fucking Stone resurfaced in him. He'd misbehaved last time, but it could do to remind him of who he belonged to.

Syori liked to think he had more control over his impulses than he did, when it came to Stone. The gaze looking back into Stone's was hazy and needy, too.

Syori tugged on the rosary more decisively, fistfuls of it. He held the yin and yang and the cross in his palm firmly. What's a king to a god they said, but what was a god to a nonbeliever? Right here, right now, there was only Rhinestone and him. The only ascendance a climax- the only god Syo's hands, the only altar his cock.

And he would make Stone prostrate himself on it.

He tugged closer, lower, lower- faster, harsher, rougher- the composure he kept while making Stone do all the work slipped from his grip as he started thrusting into his mouth. He felt Stone fight a cough even as Syori forced himself deeper at his throat.

Yes, he remembered the wrath from that day while he shoved his dick down his airway.

Worries from work slithered back in again like snake's whispers. He remembered how Makoto had questioned him about the hours he spent here, about how one day Makoto might want them to fuck off to yet another dumb place to chase dumb fairytales, and how then the job of collecting Stone's debts could get on some random other guy's shoulders.

But like how his holes were just for him, just him, so was Stone's needy face like this, all desperate from fear. Just his.

Skin on skin smacked as Syori's hips bucked further down his tongue, his lips getting crushed against his teeth every time they smushed against his base, breathing puffing and puffing at that very lowest part of his stomach faster and faster- the beads clacked together.

He didn't filter himself as he started babbling. "Not any of the other guys, yeah? Just me."

Smack, smack- muffled grunts came from Stone's throat.

"Remember that, unless you want me to remind you how it tastes like to be mine until you can't rince it out of your throat."

Ah, he felt it coming-

"I don't care how many showers you take, you'll never get it out."

Pitter patters of drool joined the buttons of his shirt on the floor, but the beads of his rosary didn't. Good boy.

The thrusts squelched from all the drool now, and Syori thrusted more than he pulled, the rosary collar being used to keep him still as he held it back in a fist, until Stone could only take, take, take, take all of him-

Good boy. 

He felt it co-

"Ah-" he sucked in a breath. Everything hitched in the moment, his only memory the feelings of Stone's lips ever so slightly kissing around him.

And then he came. 

Even as his hand trembled he kept the rosary in a vice grip, forcing Stone to stay there and suppress his gag reflex for long, long seconds- and how well he'd been trained indeed.

When he thought about how his was the first and only dick Stone'd sucked… All the practice- all the experience, all the ways he know how to please him, specifically him- it'd all been him. 

He remembered the last time his cum had dribbled out of his nose instead, hacking and coughing… But here he was, making not a peep except a moan he couldn't pass as anything but ecstatic to save his life. All his inexperience tamed, because Syori was that good of a master.

He didn't keep in his laugh, this time, high from the orgasm- chuckling while he fought shivers in his knees and dumped his cum on Stone's pliant tongue, in his elegant mouth skewered on him.

Where was all his confidence now, his class? 

He didn't let one drop escape his lips. He wouldn't have wanted to stain his pretty vest, after all.

Now was the time for another reward, wasn't it?

"Good boy…" He let the words drop from the back of his throat, like bones on a plate. "You still remember whose dog you are."

Syori's eyes half-lidded as he watched Stone's pupils expand, mouth still full from his cock. He trembled again, and Syori hissed at the feeling around his sensitive prick-

He scoffed and pushed back at Stone's shoulder sending him falling backwards. He startled but managed to catch himself onto his hands, and only now did Syori feel blood coming back to his legs where Stone had left claw marks.

His eyes noticed something else interesting then.

The bar smelled like scum now. But not just from him, he realized when his mind became clearer again. 

Stone, leaning backwards from Syori's push, legs sprawled and spread in his scramble not to fall- revealed a tent in his pants, in a very wet, dark spot.

Had he…? Really? Syori smirked- Stone, cumming untouched just from giving him head… This was a new low. Or maybe a new high? It wasn't something he could believe without prodding. Syori took a threatening step forward and Stone looked up at him with wide eyes.

"What's this?" He couldn't help the laugh in his voice when he spoke. He took another step, even closer, standing over him. "Are you desperate down there too? Even when you made such a mess of your hole right here for me."

"Well… You can keep dreaming, I'll let you. After all, I'm so good to you." Syori brought his hand to Stone's jaw, thumb tapping against his wet lower lip- only to distract from his foot edging closer to his crotch.

Stone jolted making Syori laugh, eyes shooting downward to look at Syori's shoe stepping on his clothed softening dick. Syori clicked his tongue though, hissing through his teeth and tilting his chin up forcefully to look at his face again while Syori sneered.

Syori tapped the sole of his shoe on the most sensitive part of his body, at its most vulnerable time. He wondered if pressing down made a~ll the cum left squirt out of him.

Stone whimpered, trembling while Syori held his chin. Not moving- so well behaved. Who needed to hunt, when prey came to you so effortlessly?

Syori cackled, each note falling from his lips in mocking glee, feeling the stickiness squelch under his heel. 

"I'm sorry,-" fell from Stone's lips unprompted.

"Oh so you're talking again?" Truly, just like a rabbit sticking its head in a snare. 

Syori spoke again, not letting his opportunity go. "Well? You still haven't replied. I'm generous, right? You should show more appreciation." 

He chose mercy, put his foot back to the ground between his legs. He tugged on Stone's chin, but with unexpected gentleness. He let go of it, letting his hand fly away as if to beckon, fingers grazing his right testicle. It faintly tingled, still. "Come on. Come kiss here." 

He wiggled his fingers again, making Stone lean forward towards him again, his crotch bumping against his ankle, riding up into it so his face could get close to his hips. But he stilled, inches away from it.

"Kiss it." He goaded.

And he did, lips puckering and leaving a peck there. A pleasant wave of vindication pushed through his muscles, went to his head.

Syori grabbed the back of Stone's head again, tugged just for the satisfaction of when Stone's face twisted in pain. But still he did not lift a finger to defend himself, didn't even cradle his rosary, hanging free and swaying gently against the leg Stone was so close to grinding on. 

His other hand went to his jaw again, this time cupping it, gently reaching up to his cheek… His thumb hooked into his mouth to open it up even more. A gloved hand still, his saliva wetting the fabric of it, staining him too, maybe. 

The skin on skin touch of his lips on his cock was the only one he allowed himself to want today.

The warm low lights of the bar made him glow like amber, or whisky, his skin richer than Makoto's coffers. Like amber, the organic pseudo gemstone. Like the synthetic rhinestone, likened to precious diamonds. How nice it was to rough it up. And that was why it was worth it to pay the guy's debts off with himself as payment— the value of him. Crushing him into powdered crystal rocks, like sugar, like a pricy drug.

And only now for the first time, trying to memorize the precise pink color of his tongue, Syori noticed how his hair fell into his eyes, bangs slipping from where he'd slicked them behind his ear. But he couldn't push them back- Stone had both of Syori's hands now, one in his maw and one handcuffed to his hair. 

Both disheveled, both wearing suits, they were at a staring standstill, Syori's eyes prickling from his hair.

Yes, being with Stone always reminded him that he was human, because what a good dog he made.

Syo and Stone had started telling each other things with just their eyes, a while back. Stone's dark eyes were so expressive, he wondered if Stone knew how well Syori could read them— how intrusive it might feel. He liked the thought.

'M not a dog, they seemed to say, big and round with canine obedience, a little out of it, from exertion and the euphoria of coming from his mere presence.

You drool like one. He replied, his eyes growing carnivorous, leaning in a little, just enough to tease at how fast the distance between their lips could really disappear. He saw Stone's lip pull over his teeth a little, chasing the absence of him, a flash of fang slipping through the plump flesh. 

And not once had he bitten his master, all tongue and drool. Good boy.

Syori let go with a satisfied hum, and wiped the drool on his gloved finger on Stone's previously impeccable vest, in four little careless strokes that formed a kanji.

[ダーツエリア]

愛島 セシル: ふふ。みんな、すっかりダーツに夢中ですね。

神宮寺 レン: セッシーはもう投げないのかい？

愛島 セシル: はい。十分楽しんだので少し休憩します。飲み物を買ってきますが、レンは何かいりますか？

神宮寺 レン: 大丈夫だよ、ありがとう。

神宮寺レン: ここはダーツ以外にも色々なゲームがあるし、もし気になるものがあったらついでに遊んでおいで。

神宮寺 レン: おチビちゃんとブッキーの負けられない戦いは、まだまだ終わりそうにないしね。

愛島 セシル:（メダルゲームに、クレーンゲーム・・・レンの言う通り、本当に様々なゲームがありますね）

愛島 セシル:！あれは、格闘ゲームではありませんか！

愛島 セシル:（しかも、リリースされたばかりの新作のようです。・・・・・・せっかくですし、やってみましょう！）

愛島 セシル: ふふっ。オトヤと共に磨き上げた腕を、今こそ発揮する時です！

愛島 セシル: やりました、5連勝です！次はいよいよラスボスですね・・・・・・！

愛島 セシル: くっ、さすがに手強い…ですが、ここまでです。上段パンチ、からの・・・・・・アルティメット超必殺！

愛島 セシル: やりました、クリアです！・・・・・・おや？キラ！見ていたのですね。

皇 綺羅: 見事な・・・・・・戦いだった。格闘ゲームが得意とは・・・・・・意外だな。

愛島 セシル: はい、オトヤとよく遊んでいるのです。よかったらキラもやってみませんか？

愛島 セシル: ここにコインを入れて、操作キャラクターを選んでください。

愛島 セシル: 初心者は、このナギに似ている男の子がおすすめだと思います。遠距離攻撃が多くて敵を近づけにくいんですよ。

皇綺羅: 確かに......似ているな。では・・・・・・このキャラクターに・・・・・・しよう。

愛島 セシル: はい！キャラクターセレクトが終わったら、このボタンを押してゲームスタートです。

愛島 セシル: ここからは拳と拳がぶつかり合う真剣勝負・・・・・・共に血潮を燃やしましょう！

Chapter 2 of 3:

[Wow Oh! Secret funny night] 楽曲プチインタビュー～セシル編～

愛島 セシル: こんにちは、My princess。この日を楽しみにしていました！

愛島 セシル: 思わず驚いたり、笑っちゃったりするような「Secret」エピソードを、今日はワタシがお届けします！

愛島 セシル: ふふっ。楽しいエピソードがたくさんありすぎて、選ぶのが難しいですね。でも、強いて言うなら・・・・・・

愛島 セシル: 今回、オリジナルモクテルをプロデュースするために、たくさん勉強をした時のことでしょうか。

愛島 セシル: イメージや方向性を決めるため、自分でも作ろうとジュースやシロップを手あたり次第に買ったのですが......

愛島 セシル: 気づいたら、冷蔵庫がモクテルの材料でパンパンになってしまったのです。

愛島 セシル: でも、それはレンやショウも同じだったようで・・・・・・しばらくは寮の共有リビングが飲み物でいっぱいでした。

愛島 セシル: 何人かで集まって、ジュースの飲み比べなんかもしたんですよ。ドリンクバーのようで楽しかったです！

愛島 セシル: それに、誰と一緒に飲むかで雰囲気や味わいが大きく変わることにも気づけました。

愛島 セシル: オトやショウと一緒の時は爽やかで元気、マサトやトキヤの時は、しっとり落ち着いていて......

愛島 セシル: ナツキは、ほっとするような安心感。レンと飲んだ時はオシャレな気分になりました。

愛島 セシル: ふふっ・・・・・・もしアナタとふたりきりで飲んだら、どんな雰囲気になるのでしょう？

愛島 セシル: きっと特別な雰囲気の中で、他の誰とも味わえない気持ちになれそうです。

愛島 セシル: 今度配信されるスペシャルムービーは、そんなワクワクも込めて撮影しました。

愛島 セシル: 刺激的な光とワタシの想いが満ちた、パーティナイトで。・・・・・・戻れないくらいのドキドキを、共に味わいましょう。

Chapter 3 of 3:

[Wow Oh! Secret funny night]スペシャルムービー〜セシル編〜

愛島 セシル: 「ふふっ。パーティ会場から愛しい人を連れ出すなんて、まるで映画の一幕のようですね」

愛島 セシル: 「ふたりだけのパーティ会場へようこそ。リムジンの乗り心地はいかがですか？」

愛島 セシル: 「乾いた喉を潤すためのドリンクも用意してありますよ。ワタシが作ったオリジナルのモクテルです」

愛島 セシル: 「『ミスティック・ライムライト」——黄緑色の爽やかなドリンクに、異国を思わせる花をあしらいました」

愛島 セシル: 「ワタシと過ごす夜が、一層アナタの心に残るように・・・・・・そんな想いも込めています

愛島 セシル: 「・・・・・・先ほどアナタが手を取ってくれた時は、嬉しくて宇宙のどこにでも行けるような気分になりました」

愛島 セシル: 「同時に、この夜がずっと続けばと.......そんなわがままな気持ちも溢れてきたのです」

愛島 セシル: 「愛しいMy princess。どうか今夜は、アナタを独り占めさせてください」

愛島 セシル: 「その可愛らしい頬も、唇も・・・・・・ワタシを映す潤んだ瞳も。アナタの全てをワタシのものにしたいのです」

I guess.... Something I noticed while drawing this (in just 2 days fully improvized) is, he's helped me with is embracing imperfection? Like, even with my art I mean. Most of the yume art I make, I do on a metaphorical timer— I have to get it out fast, or I make it super simple to make sure it won't sit in my drafts for years. And it's easier to do with him because… it's for me, my yume art is for me to do and to see and to enjoy. And in that way... I've made it, I achieved my art goal of finishing things faster and not being as much of a perfectionist. I finish my art and I put out. I did it. He makes me finish my art more. I suppose he really is a muse~