A Fuckin PRISON on Plant BULLSHIT

"Morning”, he says. "Morning”, you mumble in a yawn, taking out your mug and reaching for the half-full pot of coffee. He tilts towards you, his voice dropping to a playful whisper near your ear. "You know, I didn't realize you were into heavy machinery”. You furrow your brows. First of all, he knows better than to make conversation before you have your coffee. And second, the heck? "I— what?". "That thing you powered on last night", a smirk tugs at his lips. "I could hear it from my room. I thought the plumbing was bursting for a second". You nearly drop your mug, cheeks erupting in a shade of crimson. A hearty chuckle rumbles in his chest. “I think you need permission from the landlord for putting up a construction site”. "Shinso!", you hiss, slapping his arm though you’re already fighting a smile. "Shut up! It's... it's an old model”. "First prototype, more likely", he chuckles, stepping back and heading to cookie jar on the table. "Just a heads up: next time you plan some leisure activities, let me know. I'll put on some noise-canceling headphones”.

The next few days are filled with relentless teasing because Hitoshi has the maturity of a four-year-old, apparently. You’re torn between matching it or setting your room on fire with yourself in it. But one evening you return home and find a neatly wrapped package sitting on your bed with a sticky note attached. For the sake of my sanity. And yours. — Hitoshi

You peel off the paper to reveal a brand new vibrator. It’s black with deep crimson stripes on the sides, sleek and of smooth silicone. You don’t even want to know how much it cost or how he got the money for it. You just slowly, carefully, put it back in its box while your heartbeat pulses into your ears. When you knock on the already open door of Hitoshi’s room the next night, you find him spread on the bed wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants that hang low on his hips. All the lights are off except for a small bedside lamp he’s keeping on to read his mystery novel. He looks at you, one eyebrow raised. “Hi?”.

You stole one of his old sweatshirts, the baggy one he likes to wear on days where he needs comfort and a tent to disappear into. Its hem reaches just above your knee. “Hi”.

You enter, sitting on the bed next to his side. Closeness and contact are nothing new for you, especially after years of teasing and pranks in closed proximity of this tiny hole you call home. But something feels different tonight, Hitoshi can sense it in the charged air, tense in a way that’s stranger than usual. But not uncomfortable.

“Need something?”, he asks cautiously, setting the book aside ready for some kind of payback after all the jibes he made at your “equipment”. “I wanted to say thank you”, you say, scooting closer. Reaching in the big pocket on the front of the hoodie, you pull out his gift to you.

He looks at the curved toy placed in front of him for a good thirty seconds, then back at you. He’d be lying if he said the thought didn’t cross his mind, but it was shaped in the hope of hearing you again through the wall. Drywall safely separating your bodies so you wouldn’t see him jerking off for the nth time to the image of you, arched like a cat but now because of something he got for you... something that might make you think of him.

“How gracious”, it’s all he can say. You grin watching him swallow, his fluster giving you confidence. “I thought I could show you. How grateful I am”, you whisper, a hand slowly reaching to grip his thigh. He blinks at least five times. “For real? Now?” You simply tilt your head and giggle, out of nervousness but also fond disbelief. “Yeah. Fuck, yeah”, he quickly sits up straight.

He reaches over to pull you into his lap, turning you around so that your back is now pressed against his chest. It’s kinda awkward at first, in the way it always is when a line is being crossed or a dynamic changes. But lust has a way of making it all fade away, especially as he wraps his arms around you, hooking your legs outside his thighs to peel them apart so he can keep them open and enjoy the show with all the hunger of a man on the brink of starvation

When he slides his hands under the sweatshirt, slowly tracing up your inner thighs, he’s only half surprised to find nothing under it. "Go on then”, his voice sends a cold shiver down your spine. “Make a mess for me”.

You let out a shaky breath, reaching for the toy. When you turn it on it basically purrs, so very quiet compared to the other, but vibrates so hard you jolt when it brushes over your clit.

"Oh god”, you whimper, your eyes squeezing shut. "Toshi, it's so much stronger". The sensation is amplified by his presence. Having him behind you makes you painfully aware of the quick rise of his chest against your shoulder blades and the ridge of his cock growing on the small of your back. "Had to get you something nice", he says in a low growl. “Glad it works”. Hitoshi doesn’t just watch. He holds you so tight and when you arch your back on a moan his shoulder is right there to support your head. He slides one palm under the hoodie and on your chest, splaying his hand on your ribcage before cupping your breast. He’s gentle at first, rolling the nipple until it pebbles between his fingers, but as you increase the speed of the vibration he starts to pinch and tug at it, making you hiss.

"Does that feel good?". His breath is hot against your ear. "Yes! Yes, please —fuck!”, you almost sob as your body trembles. You let the toy slide on your folds back and forth until the tip catches on your entrance, loudly gasping when it easily slips in. “So that’s how you like it? Slow and teasing?”. You feel his smile on your neck as presses soft kisses under you lobe. “Yeah, but s’not enough”. “Then what do you need, sugar?”. You’re getting more and more aroused as he talks, that low lilt coating your senses like a velvet drape. "It f-feels s’good but I ca-can't ”, you huff, hips chasing the stimulation. "Need something to-to-" Hitoshi’s fingers are quick to settle on your clit, circling and pinching it until you cry out his name and dig your fingers into his forearm, panting for air you can't take.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous”, he groans, following all your little shifts and rubbing his cock just above your ass, listening to every wet sound you pussy makes wishing it was him being buried that deep inside you. “Thought about watching you so many times”, he chokes out. “And then you got off with that plastic abomination, all the little moans you tried to hide”. Your hips jerk at the words, at the way he’s playing with your clit, at the pressure building so tight and so fast in your core. Could it always have felt this good? All those times you did it by yourself, thinking about Hitoshi’s back as he played in the living room, or his thighs so big in his god awful cycling shorts. “What did we do?”, you ask in a whine. “In your fantasy, what did we do?”.

“I slid the vibrator on your clit, to replace it with my tongue. Ate you out until you gushed, until you begged me to stop”, his voice is raspy with lust. “Ca-aah-me all over you, painted your chest and stomach and —fuck!— you looked so so pretty, kitten”.

He traps you on his shoulder as you turn your head over to him, needing that tongue in your mouth so desperately you could scream, and he hungrily kisses and licks all the whimpers falling from your lips.

It doesn’t take long to sense your exquisite needy whines getting higher and faster. He pulls back, leaving your lips red and swollen, and finds a sensitive spot on your neck. "Toshi, I'm gonna", the words die on your tongue as his teeth sink in your skin in with a sharp, sudden bite. Jolting with a shriek, the shock of the pain mixed with the overwhelming pleasure sends you spiraling and white stars dance behind your eyelids. He keeps you there as your orgasm hits, squeezing hard around the toy with a scream that echoes through the apartment. He keeps sucking on your neck until a mark blooms, until you can’t handle the aftershocks anymore. As the tremors slowly subside, he doesn’t let you go. He keeps you tightly pressed against him, his tongue gently soothing the stinging in your neck.

He takes your hand, the one still between your thighs, in his. He places them on your tummy and gently pushes, watching the toy slide out of you and quietly fall on the bed. It buzzes softly, twitching all glossy and dripping with your arousal.

Hitoshi wants to put it in your mouth and make you suck it dry. He wants to put it in his mouth and suck it dry. He wants to kiss you after to let you taste yourself on his tongue and fuck the toy right back into you to make you come at least two more times. Maybe three if he gets to free his dick from the sticky confinement of his sweatpants.

You stir in his hold, bringing him back to reality as you sigh with knitted brows. “My head hurts”, you grumble. Hitoshi takes a deep breath. Then two more. “It’s because you came hard on something classy and modern, kitten”, he says, voice still husky.