hero100percent:

bunny—chan:

“If you think that’s inappropriate, I could do something else,” Barnaby archly shot back, expression wholly amused as his hand crept higher. Really, under normal circumstances? He’d be stressed, he’d be annoyed, he’d be more than likely panicking - not interested in throwing Kotetsu over something and having his way with him. But knowing very well that this would wear off in due time and there was nothing to be done for it in the meantime… well, that changed things.

There was also something to be said about a little friendly revenge, and this was it.

Even more still: Kotetsu wasn’t exactly protesting. If he was? End of story and he’d let the idiot have his run around with hundred power and more than likely bouncing off of walls. Instead, it was all too obvious how aroused he was - how he jerked and shivered when Barnaby’s hand slid up between his legs and dragged over the line of his cock.

“What would you prefer, Kotetsu?”

Kotetsu swallowed, instinctively trying to press against Barnaby’s hand while he could all but feel the urge to answer tug on his vocal cords. Compelled to tell the truth, the strange next had demanded. What a cruel command. “I…” It only made him hotter. Excited already too eager nerves. Flitted his gaze around to anywhere - anywhere - but Bunny’s face. “J-just… whatever you want.” It was true, thankfully. He really wanted his lover to enjoy himself. Liked it when he wasn’t choosing, or directing just as much as he’d enjoyed throwing the brat over his knee last night.

“… Please…” A whine caught in the back of his throat and he set his weight to his hands on the edge of the counter, rocking up more deliberately towards the blond’s firm touch, blood running too hot from the forward action. “I’ll… I’ll do whatever you want. Y-you know… how much I like it… when you decide.”

“Mmn… you do have a point,” Barnaby murmured, drawing his touch away again - just enough to keep the drag of his fingers light, delicate, far from anything satisfying. “You have always liked it when I shoved you somewhere - be it down or over something.” His grip suddenly shifted - hands upon both of those lean hips, dragging Kotetsu to the edge of the counter as his own body pressed between those thighs. “What was it you said in an interview once, Kotetsu? That you like being with someone who can just take control for a little bit?” Long, slender fingers wriggled between them, unsnapping the button of Kotetsu’s pants, delving inside to still teasingly drag his thumb over the head of his cock. “A pity there’s so many choices… shoving you to your knees, throwing you over the kitchen table - “