Itto’s Pretty Slut

Itto pinned Ayato down, his hand caressing the smaller man’s sharp jawline. Ayato squirmed, turning his head away to hide the blush that was starting to appear. Itto leaned forward, fangs nipping lightly at his lips until Ayato opened his mouth. He crushed him in a hot kiss, tongue flicking into his mouth eagerly until Ayato was pliant underneath him, left gasping for air. Ayato clutched at Itto’s biceps, carefully manicured fingernails gripping tightly, leaning moon shaped imprints on the oni’s skin. He squirmed again, completely out of his element. Itto grinned widely, hands sliding up under Ayato’s shirt and running his nails over his pale skin lightly. “You’re so cute like this, Ayato-sama..” the Oni breathed out, fangs trailing down his neck gently before latching on and sucking a massive hickey on his exposed throat. Ayato moaned lowly, wrapping his legs around Itto’s waist and grinding against him. He could feel Itto’s bulge, and the size of it made his breathing hitch for a moment. Itto chuckled and bucked into him, allowing the commissioner more friction until he was panting quietly under the bigger man. Ayato whined softly when Itto pulled away, hands raking down the Oni’s chest roughly, barelybstarching the skin. “Itto… Itto what the fuck are you doing?” He demanded prissily. Itto ignored him. Sometimes Ayato was a little too bossy for his own good. The man was too accustomed to getting his way all the time, in his opinion. The demon tugged him out of his pants, and without regard tore Ayato out of his underwear. Ayato yelped quietly in surprise and shot him a look. “Was that necessary?” He hissed, automagically trying to close his legs but Itto’s oversized hands easily held them apart. Itto grinned smugly. “What? You can afford new ones. Don’t get so riled up, Ayato. Besides, I’d prefer it if your mouth made other sounds right now.” He settled between Ayato’s legs and pulled him up, his tongue sliding over Ayato’s entrance and probing his sensitive rim. The other man shuddered, immediately shutting up. Itto quickly thrust into him, liking how tight the small man was around him. Itto’s tongue was longer than a humans, and he made very good use of it. It was also pierced, Something Ayato had not expected. Soon he had Ayato trembling and gasping, his hips bucking needily against Itto’s tongue as he tugged on the oni’s horns roughly. Itto growled, loving the feeling of Ayato’s strong fingers wrapped around his horns so tightly. He thrusted his tongue deeper, eliciting a high pitched whine from Ayato as the man arched himself, thighs quivering as Itto began to steadily fuck his prostate. Ayato whimpered and bucked, cheeks flush with lust as he tried to stay quiet, but it was damn hard with Itto between his legs. The demon teased him, a large hand sliding up to grip Ayato’s neglected cock and stroke it slowly, urging Ayato to whimper louder, soft moans spilling off his tongue mindlessly as Itto toyed with him. He clenched around the oni suddenly, a loud “A-Ah!~” ripping from his careful lips as Ayato orgasmed, hands gripping Ittos horns tightly, white knuckled, as he spasmed around his thrusting tongue. Itto relented after a few seconds, pulling himself away from Ayato while the other man twitched and shuddered, eyes slightly hazy. He grinned, pleased with himself. He laid down next to Ayato, waiting for him to recollect himself so they could continue. Ayato always went more than one round with Itto. Maybe that’s why he liked him so much. Ayato inhaled deeply, rolling over to look at Itto. Well. Ittos chest. He looked up, meeting the red eyes which immediately quirked excitedly to see him back to himself. Ayato moved closer, slender hands running up the oni’s chest and lightly touching at his pierced nipples. Itto rumbled lightly with enjoyment at Ayato’s, as always, too gentle touching. He didn’t mind it though. Sometimes it felt kinda nice. He yanked Ayato close, kissing him messily as his fangs bit at Ayato’s lips til they bruised and bled, liking the sharp gasp of surprise it drew from the quiet man. Ayato was so quiet, all the time. It annoyed the fuck out of Itto, who then made it his goal to make Ayato moan as loudly as possible. He hadn't reached it yet, but he was getting there. The oni shivered as Ayato hastily unbuckled his pants, annoyance in his eyes as Itto had to help him remove them. Itto stripped off his underwear as well before Ayto got even more frustrated, pulling the smaller man close to grind against each other. Ayato groaned lowly, his cock slowly hardening at the steady friction. Itto was massive, his oni genes.. well.. they’d definitely gifted him with an overly large dick. True to his nature, Itto has, as soon as possible, pierced it, several times. At first he was hesitant but turned out he rather liked it. And from the way Ayato reacted to it, he decided the commissioner rather liked it too. Ayato booked a leg over Itto’s hip, edging closer to him, rubbing his entrance against the oni’s cock slowly. He was about to try to slide onto it when Itto very forcefully set him aside, towering over him as Ayato fell back on the pillows, looking up at him quizzically. “Ayato.. we’ve been over this.” Itto said. “You can’t just.. fuck yourself on my dick without being properly prepared. I don’t understand why you keep trying to do it.” The oni was exasperated, and Ayato groaned in frustration and rolled his eyes. “I don’t care if it hurts, Itto.” He gritted out in annoyance. Ittos hand was absently fondling his cock, making it hard to think. He squirmed, hips bucking into the man’s huge and calloused hand as he momentarily lost himself in the steady pleasure. He shook it off, looking grumpy. “Fine. I’ll prep myself. But one of these days I want to do it my way.” He snipped. Itto grinned and kissed him. “I just don’t wanna hurt you, m’lord.” He said with a smirk, earning an annoyed moan from Ayato. Itto passed him the lube from his side table, and Ayato doused his fingers well. He hooked a leg around Itto’s waist, the other one falling to the side as he slowly began to finger fuck himself in front of the oni. It was.. kinda hot. He had to admit to himself. He curled two fingers inside himself, gasping quietly at the pressure. His brain wandered as he watch Itto jerk his own cock at Ayato’s little show. Itto had massive hands compared to his own. He added a third finger. Fuck. Ittos fingers probably would feel even better than his own. Huge and calloused. Too bad he had such obnoxiously long nails. He added a fourth, his eyes locked on Ittos hand as the oni stroked himself. Shit. He spasmed slightly as he curled again, a louder moan leaving his throat. “Jesus.. fuck Itto.. fuck me right this instant.” He ordered, removing his fingers and his leg tugging Itto down to him. The demon complied, eyes dark with lust and he pushed himself into Ayato slowly, both men groaning. Ayato was always constantly surprised by how big Itto’s dick was. And his piercings. Ayato felt them slide into him and he whined, shuddering with pleasure. He would never admit it to the oni but ittos piercings in such a.. lewd place.. were a huge turn on. Itto bucked his hips tentatively, and a loud cry was torn from Ayato as the oni slammed into him to the hilt. Eyes wide, he nicked reflexively, clenching tightly as he moaned again. Itto grinned, and began a steady pace, slow but pleasurable. Ayato shuddered and arched against him, his brain slowly dissolving into a foggy mess of pleasure. Itto nuzzled his throat, biting at it roughly. He stopped thrusting, and Ayato swore in annoyance, about to order him to resume when Itto covered his mouth, silencing him. “You sure like to boss me around.” The oni said slowly, eyes locking on Ayato’s. He stared the smaller man down until Ayato eventually whined and dropped his gaze, cheeks darkening as he complied. Itto felt Ayato clench tightly around him, and he smirked. Ayato liked it. He couldn’t hide that from the oni. He decided to push him a little further. “In fact.. I don’t think I’ll keep fucking you until you beg for it. I feel like that would be a fair change of pace.” He said nonchalantly. Ayato’s eyes widened, a snippy response on his lips but was quickly replaced with a gasp as Itto snapped his hips into Ayato. “Go on, aniki. Each time you beg, I’ll fuck you.” He rumbled, kissing Ayato lightly. Ayato cursed, a pit forming in his stomach. This was humiliating. He was the head of the damn Kamisato household, for fucks sake. He didn’t beg. But he didn’t like the way his body clenched at Itto’s orders, his cock throbbing as he squirmed under the oni’s unrelenting gaze. He complied, looking away. “Please fuck me..” he whispered, and Itto grinned. “More than that, pretty Ayato. You know how to use your words. Use them.” He ordered, his hips bucking ever so lightly into Ayato to encourage him. Ayato moaned softly, quivering. This was embarassing. Ayato tried again, his face burning with shame. “Please.. Itto I need your cock inside of me..” he whispered. Itto snapped his hips into Ayato, rewarding him immediately. Ayato gasped. Fuck. “Louder, aniki. I like your voice, let me hear it.” He growled. Ayato whimpered and gave in, his body clenching and shuddering around Itto as he obeyed. “Fuck Itto please fuck me- I love having your massive cock inside me.” He moaned submissively, looking up at Itto for a moment. The oni practically slammed into him, beginning to thrust steadily inside Ayato as the smaller man began to babble, pleading for Itto to fuck him harder. “Please Itto fuck you’re so big.. please.” Itto was thriving. He hadn’t expected Ayato to do what he asked, but he was and he was doing it oh so well. Itto began to thrust faster, kissing Ayato crushingly as the other man loudly moaned into his mouth. “Who knew you were such a slut.” The words fell out of Itto’s mouth before he could stop them. He froze, watching Ayato’s reaction carefully. Whoops. That was something he tried to keep to himself usually. Ayato, however, practically keened and clenched tightly around him, his cheeks flaming red and Itto could practically see the lust and shame in his eyes as Ayato rutted down against Itto suddenly, softly whimpering. “What was that?” He demanded. Ayato whimpered again, his hips bucking hard into Itto’s. Itto held them in place, preventing Ayato from grinding. “I said, what was that?” “I’m your slut.” He whispered, eyes watering slightly as he struggled in Itto’s grasp. Itto made the connection finally. He started thrusting, punctuating each sentence with an especially rough buck of his hips. “Yeah baby? You’re my pretty little slut. I never would’ve guessed the epitome of refinement would have such a dirty thing to say about himself.” He slammed into him heavily, his fingernails leaving deep marks down Ayato’s hips. Ayato was practically sobbing under him now, whimpering uselessly and begging to cum. Itto decided to push him one last time. “Go on. Tell me my pretty little slut wants to cum, baby.” He growled, fondling Ayato’s neglected cock roughly and making the other man sob. Ayato immediately obeyed. His brain was absolute mush by now and all he could think about was Ittos massive fucking dick inside him and the fact that he really, really needed to cum. “Itto.. itto please let me cum.. your pretty little slut needs to cum so bad..” he sobbed submissively, looking up at him desperately. Itto groaned at the sight beneath him. Ayato looked so pretty like this, his eyeliner smeared across his face and his hair completely wrecked. His eyes had a delicious glaze to them and Itto just had to reward him. “Don’t worry baby, you can cum.” He said, kissing at his neck and biting him roughly as he began to slam into Ayato with a frenzied pace, stroking him at the same time. Ayato wailed, his body spasmed tightly as he orgasmed without warning, his hips stuttering and shaking as he bucked into Itto’s hand, moaning uncontrollably with pleasure. Itto came quickly after him, milking himself inside Ayato until both of them slowed down and stopped moving. He slid out of the smaller man easily, carefully. He stood up, taking a moment to eye the slender, pale frame marked up by vicious red claw marks and bruised bites littering his body. He headed to the bathroom, turning on the water and soon filling the tub with hot steaming water. He threw in some weird smelling salts. He didn’t know what they did but they were labeled “bath salts” so they must do something, right? He returned to Ayato, seeing the man vaguely conscious and looking at him blearily. “Hey baby… I got the bath going. You uh.. look pretty rough.” He said in embarrassment. “I went real hard on you this time.” Ayato groaned in response, and Itto picked him up easily. He carried the lord to the bath, starting to settle him in when Ayato grasped him, whispering softly. “Stay. Bathe with me.. Itto.. I don’t want you to leave just yet.” Itto needed no second bidding. He stepped into the tub, holding onto Ayato as he sank into the hot water. Ayato groaned in relief as it sank into his slender frame, and he relaxed against Itto, head resting on his chest as he lazily reached for Itto’s hand. It dwarfed his own, and he threaded his fingers through the oni’s. Itto ruffled his damp hair lightly. Ayato wasn’t always one to show affection so obviously like this. It made the oni very happy. He kissed the top of Ayato’s head as he settled against the back of the tub. They both dozed off in the warm water, Ayato’s head pressed tightly to Itto’s chest, holding onto him tightly, not wanting to let go.