#friends!!!

He wanted to stop being seen as a sorcerer for a day. Just be seen as a man.

A man with needs.

The second he kicks off his shoes at the door, you're there. Hands gentle, smoothing out his hair, caressing his cheeks. Oh, he's a man with needs and a weak heart. Eyes oh-so-softly gazing at you as if you were the first sunset he'd ever experienced, before his large hands cup your face and tug you in for a kiss.

At first, it's slow, how his thumbs massage just under your lashes, lips on lips, no rush to shove his tongue down your throat. Breathy sighs spill into your mouth, before he pulls back. One moment where your eyes meet, and he feels his heart swell so much it nearly bursts with how much he loves you.

"My love... I'm tired. Will you help me?" His whisper is soft, as if he were scared of your answer. As if he had to do further explanation which would lead him into further distress.

Instead, you just nod. You know what he needs and that's what he admired about you. How you can take cues, how you can take care of him despite all of what many would consider unmanly behaviour.

No. You saw him as a person. You never judged him. Hell, you'd pegged him when he asked and never once teased him about it because you understood that this man, this abolutely beautiful and tired man, just needed an outlet.

Which is why he's laid in bed, arms tied above his head with nothing but soft silk, a blindfold over his eyes and completely naked. Cock half-hard while you strip. Slowly caressing over his chest, watching goosesbumps rise on his skin as he sighs and smiles. "Mmm.. wandering hands?"

You smile. "Yeah. 's it good?" And he shifts his hips, before nodding. "Yeah. It's perfect, my love."

He can hear the faint click as you uncap the lube, before gritting his teeth when you slick his cock up. Then, he hears your giggle when he finally gets fully hard, dick straining as it bobs, begging for attention.

"M-my love.. please save the teasing" He smiles. "Can't handle it today. Tomorrow I'll give you all you need. Please, just help me." He feels you straddle him before starting to grind your cunt on his cock. A soft noise of pleasure falls from his lips and his hands ball into fists.

"Ah... fuck. There you go, sweetheart." He murmurs, and you can see his muscles jump as he fights to not squirm. Feeling the head of his cock catch on your clit, both of you make a noise.

It sounds like a dying seagull.

Kento snickers, and you break into laughter, head falling onto his shoulder. Once silence falls, he turns his head and presses a kiss to your brow. "You make me feel so safe, darling. Thank you." He whispers, before biting his lip. "But... fuck. Don't tease." He whispers, eyes blowing wide underneath the blindfold as he feels you finally sink down onto his cock. "Oh- shit-!"

His hands tremble above his head, toes curling at the slow, careful rolls of your hips as you caress his abs. How you're quiet aside the small sighs and whimpers. And then, you're a killer when you start to speak-

"Doin' so good for me, Kento."

"Such a perfect, perfect boy."

"Should have you here all week. Just as my toy."

His thighs clench at that, feeling a wave of heat wash over him, making him sweat as he bites his lips. Quivering. God, he was so pathetic for you. "B-baby... fuck.." He whines, hands desperately grabbing at his own fingers, twisting them, as he squirms. "A-ah.. mm... fuck, baby, 'm your toy-"

Your ears perk up. Huh. He was into that too, how had you forgotten? "Mmm.. yeah? Toys don't speak, Kento.." You purr, making his mouth drop open, a silent moan spiling from his lips as he begins to simply pant. He couldn't make noise for his perfect owner, no matter how amazing it felt to have you clench around his length, how mind-blowing it felt to have your slick basically dripping down his balls.

Your slow grinds increase in pace, bouncing on his lap, taking what you need because that's what he needs. To just be used. Not asked for anything new, no. Used.

He can feel his balls tightening at your moans, at how your nails scratch down his chest, at the filthy noise of your thighs meeting. His whole body melts, before he gasps out: "B-baby! I-I'm close...!" And, contraty to what he usually does when he's on top, he can't control it. Whole body shaking like a leaf as drool escapes off the side of his lips.

He couldn't stop himself. He couldn't slow down, take a breather. No. Instead, he could hear your giggle. Soft. Breathy, mixed into a moan. "Mmmm... yeah? Give it t'me, baby. Cum in me." He can feel your breath against his ear before feeling your teeth sink into his neck.

It's nearly instant.

Cum spewing from the head of his cock, painting your insides white as he moans and thrashes. His back arching, thighs shaking, eyes squeezing underneath his blindfold. "F-fuck! Sweetheart! A-ah! Lemme- Lemme see you-" He whines, whole body softening as, for a single second, he relaxes. The post-orgasmic haze getting stronger as he blinks up at you when the blindfold comes off.

"Hi." He smiles sweetly, eyes instantly meeting yours. "Hi, my love. Oh... you're so beautiful. Just mine..." He breathes, taking his time to admire your face - flushed, fucked-out - before trailing down your body. Staring at your tits, at how they jiggle softly as you grind down against his cock. Then his eyes lower at how your hips sway and dance across his lap, likely not planning to stop anytime soon.

"O-oh.. God, yes-" He grits his teeth, pretty little pupils to the back of his skull as he squirms and bucks, feeling overstimulation cloud his brain. It was too much. Too good. Too perfect- His lips part into a shaky grin, before he's choking on a laugh. His mind swimming as he giggles and gasps, stomach visibly caving in before he gulps for air.

"Holy shit- my love-" He chews his lip, arms flexing as he groans, deep in his gut. "Fuck. Ugh- no more- I-" He stammers, face growing red again as his breth shortens. Yet another wave of heat just underneath his chin, making sweat run down his neck and forehead.

"Sweetie- if- fuck- if ya' keep goin' like that, I'll-" His eyes squeeze shut. Fuck. He could feel his balls draw up, ready to release another load into you. "I'll- I- I-" He whimpers. "I'm gonna cum again-" It's pathetic. How he's feeling tears prickle in the corners of his eyes, how he's wincing as if his next orgasm would hurt-

"Yeah... Good boy. You're so pretty when you're not in control."

That undoes him for the second time. His skin breaks into shivers, trying to curl in on himself as his feet kick pathetically under him, trying to find footing as his body gets washed in a cold sweat. Feeling his cock jump and bob and pulse, lazily oozing cum inside you that sloshes before forming a pretty white ring around his base.

How now, from his throat, there's shaky noises. Breathless. Punched out of him with the overstimulation as he pouts.

Watching your grin. The mean glint in your gaze that tells him you're not done with him yet.

And then, it's the torturous pace of your hips slowly grinding against his pelvis, having to watch as you gasp and giggle while he lays there pathetically, cock painful with pleasure. Watching you get yourself off, using him. Feeling you drape yourself over him, hugging his shoulders as you rut, and rut, and rut, chasing your orgasms.

It's amazing. To have his breathy begs right into your ear - please, baby, I can't handle one more - while you use his cock for all it's worth. Your own moans growing louder and louder, approaching your orgasm scarily fast before you whisper, right into his ear.

"Cum with me. You're doing so good, Kento. One more, yeah? You can give me one more, I know you can, baby. Jus' cum with me."

The second he feels you slip off the soft ties from his hands, he's hugging you. Arms tight around your torso, nose buried in your neck as he ruts up into you. Fucking you within an inch of your damn life.

"My wife. My wife. My beautiful' fuckin wife, knows how to take care of me soo well...."

And then, you're both cumming. He feels your walls rippling around his cock as he gasps for air, balls draining inside of you in milky, soft spurts, before he stills. Lets you ride out your orgasm, one hand in your hair as he peppers soft kisses all over your face.

"Mmm.. my good girl. There you go." He whispers when you finally collapse. Hugging you to him as he sighs. "Jus' what I needed."

Then, you giggle.

"Did Satoru piss you off?"

He hums. Grins. "Yeah, he did. You wanna know what my biggest worry is right now?"

You raise a brow. He smiles softly before dropping a fucking bomb on you.

"I forgot I'd invited Hiromi over for dinner."

You smile. "Oh? That's okay. We'll make dinner and-"

"No, no my love." He murmurs, guiding your chin to look at the door, where Hiromi stands, face burning red and tie undone.

"He got here early."