hero100percent:

bunny—chan:

Standing was something else entirely.

His legs wobbled and he felt like Bambi with how unsteady he was as he climbed to his feet, sucking in ragged breaths as he warily presented his hands. Every movement made him ache that much more and Barnaby chewed on his lower lip, looking pointedly to the side and tried not to think about what a sticky mess he already was and with this, how he wouldn’t even be able to do anything about it or anything else - 

“… I’m not slow about anything,” he muttered underneath his breath. “You’re the one that can’t stop yourself, because apparently you can’t resist me when I’m sixteen and barely able to choke you down. So much for endurance, old man.”

“Shouldn’t talk about endurance when you can barely stand straight and haven’t even been touched,” Kotetsu gruffly countered, grabbing both wrists in one hand to jerk the teen forward, leaning up slightly to nip at his ear. “You nearly came just from letting me fuck that pretty mouth of yours,” the crass addition before he leaned away just enough to loop his tie good and tight around the thin wrists in his hold. It was a simple matter, then, to knock the blond off balance and lay him over his thighs, the heat of him and the prominent press of his erection against Kotetsu’s leg stirring the older man’s blood once more.

“Let’s see if we can get something nicer out of that mouth, hm?” he suggested, purposely rough as he dragged down the back of Barnaby’s pants - undoubtedly uncomfortable against the teen’s erection - to reveal a soft, unsculpted ass to Kotetsu’s appreciative gaze. “Let’s start… with an apology.” One hand gripped the edge of Bunny’s slim hips to steady the teen as the other came down, hard and fast, with a respectable slap - loud in the quiet room, and tingling after contact from the force of the strike. 

It was a yelp that first escaped Barnaby’s lips, trailing off into a strangled little whimper as he shoved his face firmly into the bed, biting into the sheets to keep back more, and far more various incriminating sounds.

Not that his voice need be the thing that incriminate him - no, far worse was how his hips jerked and ground against Kotetsu’s thigh, the lingering, aching twinge of quickly reddening flesh going straight to his groin and making him pant and groan into the bed in spite of how simply humiliated he should have been. 

“I d-didn’t…” A whimper. Yeah, that was another whimper wrenching its way from his throat now. “What am I apologizing for?” Barnaby managed to gasp out, trying not to grind against the hard line of Kotetsu’s thigh but oh god it was impossible when he was this hard, teetering on the edge because yes, Kotetsu was right - just having that cock shoved down his throat had been nearly enough.