Amiro was sitting on his bed, watching Komori walk around his room. He was seemingly looking for something, but Amiro couldn't really pinpoint what it was. "What are you looking for anyway?" Komori turned to him. "The cat I got you. Where is she?" Amiro chuckled and pointed to the cat tower in the corner where she was sleeping. "She's over there on her tower." Komori shook his head and chuckled as he walked over and picked up the sleeping cat. "I swear I haven't been able to see as well since the battle. Something had to have happened to my eyes." Komori murmured as he walked over to the bed and sat down behind Amiro. "Then we should have someone take a look at them." Amiro suggested, but Komori just shook his head and said, "I've seen enough doctors in the past three weeks to last me a lifetime."
Amiro nodded in agreement. "True, but if it gets worse, please get it checked out," Amiro muttered. "I will, I promise. Don't worry about it." He leaned forward and tilted Amiro's head back to kiss him, letting go of the cat. Amiro smiled into the kiss and reached back, wrapping his arms around Komori's neck. The kiss quickly deepened, turning into something needy. Komori began rubbing his hips and thighs, slowly moving further inward and closer to his crotch. Amiro whined in the kiss, bucked his hips, and broke the kiss, looking up at Komori. "What is it, baby?" Komori asked in a mocking tone as he grinned. "Please..." He whispered, turning to sit on his lap. "Please fuck me." Komori's eyes darkened with desire as he pulled Amiro closer, his hands trailing down his back. Without a word, he lifted Amiro's shirt and flipped the position so he was on top. Komori pressed his thigh between his legs, and Amiro whimpered softly.
Komori leaned in to whisper in Amiro's ear, "I'll make you feel so good." Amiro's breath hitched as he felt Komori's hands exploring his body with a hunger that sent shivers down his spine. Komori practically ripped off Amiro's shorts and sat back, admiring his body as he rubbed his hips. Amiro let out an impatient whine. "Please, Komori, I need you so bad." He bucked his hips again, and Komori chuckled, leaning down to press light kisses to his thighs. "Be patient, kitten; I'll fuck you when I'm ready." Amiro let out a defiant noise but nodded anyway. Komori continued to tease and tantalise Amiro, enjoying the way he squirmed beneath him. Finally, unable to resist any longer, Komori gave one last kiss to his thigh and licked up the base of his cock. This one simple move caused Amiro to shiver in pleasure and reach down to grab Komori's hair, then he took Amiro's cock in his mouth.
Amiro moaned in ecstasy, his fingers tightening in Komori's hair as he bucked his hips. The feeling of Komori's mouth on him was almost too much to bear, but he never wanted it to stop. As Komori continued, Amiro grew increasingly close to cumming very quickly, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. With a final thrust, Amiro released himself into Komori's mouth, his body trembling with satisfaction. The intensity of the moment left them both breathless and eager for more. Komori swallowed and licked his lips before moving up to kiss Amiro. "You taste so good, love," Komori whispered and finally kissed him. Komori sat up after a few seconds and got out of bed. Amiro wanted to follow, but as soon as he was about to sit up, Komori motioned for him to lay back down. He thought about laying down again for a minute, then stood up out of bed. Komori raised an eyebrow. "Get back on that bed and lay down now," Amiro smirked and shook his head.
"I don't think I will." Komori chuckled and pushed Amiro back onto the bed. "Oh, but I think you will." Komori gave Amiro's thigh a rough squeeze, then stood up straight and walked over to where the 'toys' were. Amiro waited until Komori was occupied looking through the collars, then stood up and bolted over to him. Hugging him from behind. Komori grabbed Amiro's wrist and pulled him in front of himself, holding both of his hands in one hand and wrapping his other hand around Amiro's throat. "Am I going to have to tie you up just to get you to listen, slut?" Komori's voice was harsh, sending a shiver down Amiro's spine. Amiro's heart raced as he realised the intensity of the situation, but a part of him couldn't help but feel excited by Komori's dominance. But still, Amiro, wanting to know how far he could take things, shook his head and grinned wide. Komori choked him harder, digging his nails into his neck. "Really? Because right now it looks like you want that, hm? Do you want me to tie you to the bed and fuck you dumb? You like when I fuck you until you can't even remember your own name, don't you?"
Amiro's breath hitched, and he nodded eagerly as Komori grabbed some rope and pushed him towards the bed. He fell on his knees a little ways from it, but Komori picked him up and tossed him onto the bed. He straddled Amiro's hips and pinned his hands above his head as he tied them to the bed. Then he glared at Amiro, a mixture of lust and anger clouding his eyes. "Now, I'm going to get up again and find a collar that'll look good around your pretty little neck, and maybe a leash too." Komori smacked Amiro's thigh, then stood from the bed and went to look through the collars again. Amiro watched him with curiosity and turned to hide his face when he pulled out one with a heart in the middle instead of the normal O-ring on his collars, and on either side it said 'cum slut'. Komori let out a sinister chuckle and grabbed a chain leash to go with it before he walked over to the bed. "Look at me, whore. Don't get all shy on me now." Komori used his hand to turn Amiro's head towards him.
Komori put the collar on him, then the leash. "A pretty little collar for a pretty boy," Komori whispered and licked Amiro's neck, above the collar. "Such a pretty boy for me." Amiro's heart raced as he felt the cold metal against his skin, his breath quickening at Komori's touch. "You're mine now," Komori growled, tightening the leash slightly. "And you'll do exactly as I say." Amiro swallowed hard and nodded at Komori. Leaning his head back. "It's funny how tying you up and giving you a collar gets you to stop being such a brat." Komori sat back and dipped down to swirl his tongue around Amiro's nipple, and then he gently bit it. Amiro let out a choked gasp and pulled on his restraints. Komori seemed to acknowledge this and did it again, only harder this time. Amiro's eyes rolled back, and he mumbled out broken pleas for more.
Komori sat up, slapped his thigh hard, and tugged on the leash. "You're such a needy brat, always begging for more. You are pathetic." His words were even harsher than usual, but Amiro still let out a soft moan of enjoyment. Komori smirked, enjoying the power he had over Amiro at that moment. He leaned in close and whispered, "But you love it, don't you?" Amiro's only response was a desperate nod and a pleading look in his eyes. Komori smirked and grabbed some lube. He put it on his cock, then rubbed some on Amiro's hole. As he entered him, Amiro let out a gasp of pleasure, his eyes closing in ecstasy. Komori's smirk widened as he began to move, knowing he had complete control over Amiro's pleasure.
Not too long after Komori began, he started thrusting hard. The sound of his skin hitting Amiro's bounced off the wall, and he yanked on the leash, growling lowly. Amiro's moans filled the room, his body arching in response to Komori's rough touch. He pulled more on the restraints, and Komori's free hand gripped onto his hip, his nails digging in to the point of drawing blood. His thrusts were messy and uneven, but they felt so good. Amiro was close to cumming just from Komori fucking him. "Please, Komori," Amiro begged. "Please what?" Komori taunted, his voice low and husky, as he continued to pound into Amiro relentlessly. With a smirk, he leaned in close to whisper in Amiro's ear, "Beg for it."
Tears streamed down Amiro's face as he let out choked and broken moans. "Please, Komori, let me cum! I'll be a good boy, I promise; just let me cum!" Komori chuckled darkly, his grip tightening on Amiro's hips as he quickened his pace. "That's it; beg for it like the slut you are," he growled, pushing Amiro to the edge of ecstasy. Amiro's body trembled with need as he felt himself teetering on the brink of release, desperate for Komori to grant him that final permission. But he never got it, and with Komori's grip on him and his relentless thrusting, he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. With a final, guttural cry, Amiro's body convulsed in pleasure as he reached his peak, his orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave. Komori continued to drive into him mercilessly, prolonging the intense sensation until Amiro was left gasping and spent, completely at his mercy.
"I didn't say you could cum, did I?" He ran his nails down his hip and to his thighs, scratching him hard enough to cut the skin and draw more blood from him. Amiro's eyes widened in shock, and a mixture of fear and arousal coursed through him. Komori's sadistic smile sent a shiver down his spine, knowing he was completely under his control. "Answer me, whore!" Komori slapped the scratch he made, and Amiro yelped in pain, shaking his head. "No, sir, you didn't." Amiro's body trembled with anticipation, unsure of what punishment or pleasure Komori had in store for him next. The power dynamics between them were intoxicating, leaving Amiro both terrified and exhilarated at the same time.
Komori slowed down his pace and moved his hand from Amiro's leg. "Since you seem to like cumming so much today, why don't we see how much I can make you cum?" Komori wrapped his fingers around his cock and began jerking him off, and he started thrusting at that relentless pace he was going at before. Amiro's breath hitched, and he arched his back, his lower back already sore from Komori's thrusting. Amiro came close to the edge even quicker than before, and before long, he was cumming again. Komori chuckled and kept stroking his cock. "Pathetic; you've already came three times, and I'm not even close yet." Amiro's body trembled as he tried to catch his breath, feeling both pleasure and exhaustion. Komori's relentless pace only seemed to intensify, pushing Amiro further into ecstasy.
Komori began biting down hard on his neck, and Amiro screamed loudly in pleasure, digging his heels into the bed. The pain mixed with pleasure sent Amiro over the edge once more, his body shuddering as he reached his fourth orgasm of the night. Komori's grip tightened as he continued to thrust, determined to push Amiro to his limits. His mind felt hazy, and he couldn't think of anything other than how good he felt. Amiro's senses were overwhelmed as he surrendered completely to the intense pleasure. With each thrust, Komori's movements became more urgent, driving Amiro to the brink of ecstasy once again. He was mumbling incoherent words to Komori as he kept stroking Amiro's cock, wanting to see if he could get him to cum for the fifth time.
Amiro's body quivered with anticipation, feeling the pressure building up inside him. The room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and their bodies' slick, rhythmic movements. Amiro screamed out again and came, his head falling back against the mattress, and Komori came with him. He laid on Amiro's chest, the two breathing heavily, and exhausted. Komori didn't even bother pulling out as they lay there, and then after a while, they passed out.