#agent seven

He wasn't sure if he was really ready to confront the fact another had caught his eye. It was a bit of a source of embarrassment for him.

His bad luck made relationships difficult, almost impossible, really. Any time he did something nice, he was met with misfortune. He had given up quite a few years prior, after one particularly miserable date his poor sister had set him up on.

But he was beginning to feel more confident. That had to be a sign for good things to come, he told himself. He wanted to learn how to please, how to make others feel good, how to make them feel special. It was a bit of a want of his, a need maybe.

Minami called it a fatal flaw in other aspects of his life, his friendships, acquaintances, any jobs he did manage to get. But it was in this one too.

Baku was just distracting himself with his thoughts. Justification, maybe? He was nervous, he wasn't sure why.

"…Seven?"

"Heh, hello, Baku."

Baku swallowed thickly, looking at himself, or, rather, a better version of himself. The one he dreamed up. He pushed down his nerves and walked over to him, in his boots he had a few cm on him and Baku looked up.

He brought his hand up, poking Seven's cheek. "But.. How? Aren't I supposed to be you? Or uh you.. Me?"

Seven caught his wrist, spinning the dreamer in his arms and pressing his chest to Baku's back. "Your dream manipulation is getting stronger. You willed the difference tonight."

That was great! That was a good thing! But then his eyebrows furrowed. "But.. Why?"

The agent hummed, his hand travelled up, splaying against the back of Baku's to intertwine their fingers. "Why else?" He then kissed the dreamer's wrist, light brown eyes flicking up to look at him. "Desire."

Baku flushed, cheeks a pink hue. "Oh.. I.. I wanted- uh.. Right.."

The agent could only chuckle, repositioning to wrap his arm around Baku's waist. He then dipped him. "You want somebody to practice with, for that little crush of yours." His face was mere inches away from Baku's, the dreamer's breath catching in his throat. "Now here I am."

Baku squeaked, swallowing the spit in his mouth. But he nodded. "Let's practice then.."

"Let's." Seven brought his free hand up, snapping his fingers. The scene around them changed, it was now a bedroom fit for a spy. Sleek and modern, with large windows that overlooked a vague city's nightlife. It was minimal, greys and black and white. But spacious, with a large bed in the middle of the room.

Seven pulled him back up, hands sliding to his waist. He backed the dreamer up to the bed, light eyes fixated on his shy expression. "We have all night, Baku." The agent leaned down, warm soft lips brushing against Baku's chapped ones. "Relax.. I'll take you in the ways I best see fit."

Baku nodded, cheeks warming further. This was surreal in a way. "Good boy," Seven praised before his hand slid down the man's front. His lips met his again, tongue sliding across Baku's lower lip teasingly. It was with a gasp that his mouth opened, Seven's hand in his sleep shorts.

He was a bit shy about doing this with.. Himself, of all people.

"If you feel embarrassed your partner will feel it too," Seven mumbled before biting the dreamer's lip, "you have to surrender yourself completely to the moment."

"Sorry.."

Seven hummed, looking into his eyes as he freed him from his shorts. "It's what we're here for." The agent reassured him as his hand wrapped around the shaft of his already hard cock. Baku wasn't sure when he had gotten so needy. Did he come in here like that? He felt his ears warming up too.

He brought his own hands up, shakier from the pleasure he was experiencing. But he began to undo the belts and straps of Seven's uniform. It was difficult, he realised. Seven laughed at him, at himself, the weaker more bashful bits he hid in the dream.

Another snap.

Baku was swiftly pushed down on the bed. He squeaked in surprise when Seven rolled him over, hand sliding under his stomach to pull him up so he was on all fours. "You spend enough time on your back." The agent commented with a hum in his ear.

The dreamer was utterly pliant to the agent's machinations.

"How obedient for me."

"I like being good.."

He admitted in a small voice, staring at the bedsheets beneath him. Seven's hand ran up his spine, fingers pressing into his skin. He had to stifle a groan, fidgeting a bit. "I know," came the agent's simple reply as his touch disappeared from his skin.

"I've also arranged for an array of toys," Baku turned his head, the once empty nightstand was now topped by methodically placed items. "You'll get your practice. We'll make the most of tonight." Seven picked through the toys, humming to himself.

Seven was methodical when he picked his items up, opening the bottle of lube as he knelt on the bed behind Baku. He shuddered when the agent slid the cockring around his dick, bringing it down to the base of his shaft.

"It'll, ideally, stop you from cumming too quickly." Seven had plans for a long sleep. Baku shuddered but nodded, hanging his head to try and hide his flustered expression. Even his touches were slow and methodical, exploratory.

Baku whined when his hips were squished, he could feel himself throb, the ring around his cock adding to the sensation. It was strange, but good. He wouldn't have thought of it on his own, or, maybe he would have? He still didn't understand how this all worked.

He felt Seven shift downwards, hands trailing down his ass until he was settled behind him properly. Baku squeaked in surprise when the agent's warm tongue licked at his hole. His arms faltered at the new feeling, the strange spark of pleasure.

"Use the pillow to help keep your hips up." More confident but slow licks made Baku reach for the pillow quickly, bringing it underneath him to balance himself better.

"Yes, sir.."

Baku pressed his head into the mattress as he lost himself to the pleasurable feeling. He tried not to squirm too much, he wanted to be good. He wasn't even aware he had a thing for his dream self, but the results of his idealized agent self were undeniable. He moaned, whiny and loud at the feeling of Seven's tongue inside of him.

He gasped out when Seven's finger prodded him, slick from lube, he used both to work him open. His legs began to shake from the pleasure and he had to focus on staying up. His mind was a haze, dizzy. Was the dream making it that much better than usual? Or was it the fact it wasn't his hand?

"Just relax," Seven's voice came muffled and low, squeezing the dreamer's ass with his free hand. Baku nodded weakly, grabbing a second pillow to hold in his arms. "They make flavoured lube if you're ever nervous about oral."

"Good to kn- ah~" He squeezed the pillow when a second finger entered his ass, working in tandem with the agent's tongue to stretch him. He could feel that pit in his stomach, the warmth flooding through him. The ring had certainly made him take longer, but it was beginning to get hard to ignore. He squirmed in need.

His cock leaked on the sheets desperately and he pressed back against Seven's face and hand. Baku squeezed his eyes shut, his vision was starting to black anyways. He was dizzy, heated from what felt so good.

When he came, he came hard. His thighs shook and he moaned, biting down on the pillow to muffle himself. It was the best orgasm he ever had, there was no contest. Not that he had much to compare but- he collapsed on the mattress, panting hard.

But Seven quickly dragged his hips back up, clicking his tongue. "Ah ah, we aren't done yet, Baku.. A real gentleman makes sure his partner is thoroughly sated." He reached around him, pulling the cockring off of him to give his dick a break from its properties.

"Y..Yes, Seven." He whimpered, swallowing thick breaths.