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Attentive eyes watched Shouta's food-laden chopsticks rise to his mouth again and again as the other ate. His best friend wasn't really paying attention, moving through the motions on autopilot as exhaustion lined muscles continued to work bringing bite after bite up to his face. 

Hizashi wasn't all that surprised. It'd been a lot lately. Rough hormonal patches and a long re-adjustment period for Hitoshi. Bouts of overwhelming emotions swirling up inside Shouta's cluttered mind — probably over the treatment of his pretty little ward — along with too much overtime at work. Trying to parent, trying to live, trying to keep up with life's demands.

He was long overdue for a break. Was taking one currently, in fact. Shouta's sweet pea foster son was currently with Nem and Hizashi had brought dinner, giving the impression that the night ahead would be a lazy one that'd probably end in great sex and much needed sleep. Both of which were destined to happen, but Hizashi had decided the day before that Shouta could use some additional whimsy in his life.

"You're quiet." The other observed, looking him over with a critical eye.

They'd been fucking around for long enough that Shouta knew when Hizashi had something up his sleeve, but that was all part of the fun. The blonde added to it a little more by smiling in response.

"Just figured you'd appreciate the peace and quiet is all."

Dark eyes narrowed. They both knew he was a lying piece of shit and that he was likely lying through his teeth right now.

"Uh-huh."

It sounded more like 'bullshit' but Hizashi didn't mind the skepticism. He was lying, after all.

"I don't know what shit you're planning to pull but I'm letting you know right now that I'm tired as hell and not in the mood for—" He gestured vaguely with his chopsticks, "whatever it is you think you're getting away with while Toshi is off learning things he probably shouldn’t with Nemuri."

Hizashi's smile widened and, even without a mirror, he could tell that it was too sharp to be reassuring.

"No funny business. Got it."

Shouta's withering look said that his best friend knew there would definitely be funny business, but he took another bite, chewing slowly while he rolled the whole thing around in his head. Hizashi's smile widened by a degree.

"Don't worry about it, just eat your food and we'll cross that bridge when we get there." He reassured.

The only answer he got was a tired sigh but Hizashi wasn't bothered. The damage was already done. Had been done since that first bite, becoming more solidified with every mouthful after, and all Hizashi had  to do was hum and enjoy his own meal as he watched Shouta fill his mouth with noodles and teriyaki, swallowing it down with a pull from his beer.

The more relaxed Hizashi got, the more suspicious Shouta became. The blonde was enjoying watching his friend twist himself up with curiosity. It was a feast of expression across his dour face. Annoyance and excitement and resignation and more than a little arousal. Shouta wasn't in the mood to play, but Hizashi always got his way, and he never led Shouta astray, — wow, what a rhyme — so Shouta continuously subjected himself to the other's whim. It was a joy to watch in real time and Hizashi considered it full on dinner entertainment as he watched Shouta trying to psyche himself up and convince himself that he had the energy to do whatever depraved bullshit Hizashi had in mind.

If he only knew.

His little party favors were bound to hit soon, so Hizashi made his move.

Standing from the table, the blonde sashayed his way around to Shouta's side, amused by the look of resigned acceptance that sat heavy on those dark features when Hizashi approached.

"Should stop while you're ahead," Hizashi teased, coaxing Shouta up out of his chair. "Save some for after."

One eyebrow quirked and Hizashi smirked.

"After, huh? After what?"

Walking backwards towards the bedroom with both hands around one of Shouta's wrists, Hizashi made his destination clear without taking his eyes off the prize.

"Wouldn't want to ruin the surpriiiise." He sing-songed.

Shouta rolled his eyes and tipped his head back, downing the rest of his beer before leaving the foamy glass on the table to follow after without a fight.

"Better be one hell of a surprise."

"Well I doubt that you'll see it coming." Hizashi sent back with a cocky look.

His timetable estimate was right on the money too because, the moment they crossed the threshold, Shouta yawned. It seemed to come out of nowhere but also felt rather fitting considering how tired the other man was and had been for quite a few days. Hizashi happily played the concerned best friend as he tugged Shouta in close and draped his arms around his neck, leaning into his sturdy frame without going any further.

"Tired, huh?" He asked sympathetically and hummed when Shouta nodded.

"Told you I probably wouldn't be up for—" The words were broken up by another yawn. "Christ— much. I'm wiped, Zashi. So if you're aiming to be pounded into the mattress you're gonna have to check Grindr or wait until the morning."

Clicking his tongue, Hizashi leaned in to nuzzle their cheeks together like a good bestie and not a piece of shit.

"Nothing like that, Shou. I know how worn down you've been."

Shouta's eyes fell a little lower than they usually sat as he nodded in agreement and Hizashi mirrored him.

"Sleepy boy, let's get you laid down, alright?"

"Wha'bout the surprise?" He asked, slurring a tiny bit, but Hizashi nipped his jaw and started unbuttoning his shirt to distract from it.

"Don't worry about that, baby. You need to rest. We'll get you laid out in the big bed so that you can roll around however much you like."

Those words — words that Shouta had uttered quite a few times to his precious, trusting new son — seemed to spark enough recognition in his brain to have Shouta's heavy eyes snapping open right as the back of his knees hit the mattress and Hizashi made his move, shoving him back onto it. Shouta went down like a tub of shit, yelping with surprise on the way down. His broad back hit the bouncy surface and Hizashi's eyes glowed like toxic waste when he tried to push himself up on his elbows only to have thick, strong arms quiver with exhaustion, unable to hold him up.

"Th'fuck?" Shouta slurred. And then, seeming to finally notice the slur. "Th'FUCK? D'jou fuckn drug me, Zashi?"

The blonde slunk up his best friend's body like a jungle cat, crawling up onto the bed and perching himself on narrow hips, eyes radioactive as they drank in the expression on Shouta's face. He was trying so hard, eyes drooping, mouth drawn down in a drastic frown, looking excited and betrayed and a little like he'd had a stroke because he couldn't seem to control half the muscles in his gorgeously pissed off face.

Hizashi leaned in close until their faces were less than an inch apart and smiled darkly. 

"Turnabout is a bitch, huh? Don't worry though. Unlike with your pretty new ward, I'll leave behind a few clues to help you piece together what happened."

If Shouta would've been able to, Hizashi knew his eyes would have been bugging out of his fuckin’ skull but, as it stood, the other was doing everything in his power just to keep both eyes open.

"You’a fu'k'n pieceashit." Shouta slurred, trying to say more, but his mouth moved and there was nothing but a jumble of thick sounds that had Hizashi cooing.

He leaned down and pressed an ironically sweet kiss to the other's mouth, licking past his lax lips to taste soy sauce and teriyaki on his tongue.

"Just rest, baby. I know you're tired." He said, soothing him with the exact same words Shouta used for Hitoshi when he took advantage like Hizashi was doing right now. "You'll feel better in the morning, princess. Your body knows what you need, you just have to listen to it."

Shouta's hazy gaze flared, and there was a glare, but nothing could stop them from falling closed after that and Hizashi chuckled.

"Sleep well, sweetheart.”

Hizashi sat there on top of him for a long moment, watching Shouta breathe, falling deeper and deeper into a chemical sleep with every moment that passed them by. When his breathing finally evened out and his eyes slowed beneath thin lids, Hizashi gave a satisfied hum.

"There we go, baby. Finally a decent night's sleep, just for you."

The blonde laid himself out overtop Shouta's body, arms crossed over his broad chest, idly watching him breathe. Even with the added weight of another person on top of him, it hardly seemed to phase his friend. The proof of Shouta's strength, and his own slender frame, made Hizashi giddy.

Shouta looked handsome beneath him, always did. Awake, asleep, tired, not tired, drugged up or coked out or dull and average or pissed off or ready to explode with lust, didn't matter. Shouta always looked handsome and Hizashi enjoyed the chance to look his fill without worrying that those dark, piercing eyes were going to pop open any second and catch him with a knowing look. 

So he drank him in, gaze wandering over a strong, stubble covered jaw and full lips stained dark from their meal and an unfairly thick fan of dark lashes above equally dark eyebags. He admired the line of Shouta's nose and the rise of his cheeks, reaching up to trace a delicate fingertip along the wrinkles that'd made a home for themselves on his face. 

Age lined his features. Hardship and stress, too many drugs, way too many drinks, not enough sleep. But he was still a looker. A rugged one. The type of man people everywhere fantasized about when they imagined being taken rough and passionate and all night, pounded into the sheets by a man's man that knew what he was doing and wouldn't let them walk away unsatisfied. He was just as gorgeous as when they were young, maybe more so considering all the shit he'd survived and all the bullshit he'd overcome. 

Hizashi brushed a stray lock of hair off his forehead and out of his face.

"We're going to have so much fun." Hizashi assured his passed out friend, tracing the shape of his upper lip. "You're gonna love it. Or. Well. You won't, but I will, and that’s basically the same thing, don'tcha think?"

Shouta did nothing but exhale slowly and Hizashi took his non-answer as agreement, leaning up to peck his slack mouth.

"Don't worry, there will be plenty of clues about what we got up to. You’ll dig the little mystery."

Chuckling, Hizashi finally slid off the bed and left Shouta to rest on the bedspread as he wandered over to the closet, pulling out the carefully concealed bag they kept their toys in. Most of the better ones were at Hizashi's place, lest Hitoshi accidently find the thing, but there was still plenty of supplies to be found and, unbeknownst to Shouta, Hizashi had prepared ahead of time and squirreled away a small bag of goodies days in advance.

Nobody could ever claim that he came unprepared.

Hizashi laughed to himself and glanced over his shoulder at Shouta, who hadn't moved a bit, flat on his back with his legs hanging over the edge.

He'd managed to get him out of his shirt before the drugs hit but Shouta was still in pants and socks, something begging to be remedied, and Hizashi set out to do just that. He left his pile of props at the foot of the bed and stepped between Shouta's noodley legs to undo his pants. It took some finagling to get them down over his hips and his ass — which had unfortunately resulted in one of Shouta's belt loops getting ripped, sorry Shou — but the moment he got denim and cotton down to his thighs Hizashi kneeled between hairy thighs and knobby knees to pulls off Shouta's socks and guide his clothes the rest of the way off.

Looking up at him from his place on the floor, Hizashi's mouth watered. Shouta's cock was soft, but still a temptation laid out between his thighs, his balls a mouthful just begging to be teased by his wicked tongue. Hizashi wanted to jump right in to taking advantage but he forced himself to wait.

His own knees popped in protest when he stood up from the floor — Christ, he was getting old — and Hizashi circled around to the side, pondering.

It would've been better to get Shouta fully on the bed before he passed out because hauling his ass up the mattress was going to be a bitch and a half, Hizashi already knew. With what he had planned it'd probably be easier just to let him stay where he was but, either way, he was going to have to get Shouta's legs up on the bed before the end of the night anyway. Hizashi was a fuck but not enough of a dick to let Shouta wake up with aching feet because they'd been hung over the bed all night. It was really just a question of whether he wanted to do that pre or post nut, or somewhere in the middle, and honestly none of the above sounded at all enticing.

"Ugh, why do you have to be such a pain in my ass, ya fuck?" He grumbled, saying to hell with it and climbing up on the bed just to get it done and over with now.

Fully laid out would give him a better angle anyway.

Kneeled down on the mattress, Hizashi hooked his arms under Shouta's and leaned his whole frame back as a means of leverage, groaning like a winded old man as he hauled Shouta's bulk up the mattress.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Shou. What in the actual fuck." Hizashi wheezed, scooting and wiggling back to try and do the whole thing all over again.

It only took two tries but by the time Shouta was on the bed where he wanted him, Hizashi was sweating like a pig in summer and cursing his best friend to hell and back, glaring as he wiped a hand over his forehead.

"I'm sure I fuckin’ deserve that, all things considered, but could you have made that any harder? Goddamn."

Shouta didn't answer, of course, but Hizashi rudely pinched the inside of his thigh as though the dark haired man had sent him back some cheek before stepping away to get set up. He was quick to shed his own clothes, comfortable and confident as he strutted around the space like a peacock, naked as the day he was born. 

And he remained that way, even as he set up a video recorder on Shouta's dresser, clear lens pointed right at the bed where Shouta lay, prone form front and center.

Hizashi had to adjust the thing a couple times, fuck with the overhead light and even move one of the lamps around for optimal lighting, but after a couple little test runs the thing felt perfect and Hizashi stepped back with a satisfied sound. 

He flipped the viewing screen around to act as a handy dandy little mirror and then fished a tube of bright red lipstick out of the supply bag, using the camcorder in lieu of an actual mirror.

The waxy color went on easy, but felt tacky and thick overtop of his mouth. It was the cheap stuff, the kind you got at the drugstore when you couldn't afford anything else — vibrant, cherry red, and nothing even remotely close to water proof or smear resistant.

Smacking his lips with satisfaction after a quick touch up, Hizashi finally hit record.

"No doubt you're going to be pissed tomorrow morning," Hizashi said for the camera's benefit as he crawled atop the pliant man laid out on the bed, settling at his waist. "By the time you see this you'll probably be way less mad but let's make you a little madder now, just to refresh the memory and make some realism."

Despite knowing how Shouta felt about makeup being put on his person, Hizashi leaned over him like a preteen girl at a slumber party and applied a generous coat of lipstick to his lips, making sure it was perfect despite how messed up it was going to get.

"There we go, baby... Nice and pretty."

He capped the waxy stick and tossed it to the side, leaning over and giving his best friend a little smooch since he wasn't awake to smack his lips per tradition.

"Perfect." He said cheerfully, grabbing hold of Shouta's chin to turn his head toward the camera. "Look at how pretty this slutty mouth looks, Shou. It's a shame you won't let me do this while you're awake."

Laughing, the blonde leaned down and pressed a kiss to Shouta's cheek, pleased as fuckin’ punch at the bright red mark it left behind.

"Told you I'd leave plenty of hints." He told the sleeping man.

Amusement settled in his stomach, as well as across his handsome features, but Hizashi preferred something a little hotter for the pit of his belly. So, deciding it was time to get the show on the road, he dropped a hand down between his own legs and gave his half hard dick a stroke. 

The piercings bracketing the bottom of his shaft clinked against all the rings adorning his fingers and Hizashi decided those would need to go. It would end up being two birds for one stone — three if he counted the racy visual. Pale lips quirked and Hizashi parted them as he lifted his hand to his face, drawing each finger into his mouth and extracting the rings one by one with his teeth. He made a real show of it, drawing smooth metal halfway down his finger only to push it back up past the knuckle as he sucked the digit back into his mouth, wetting his skin with saliva. He did that for almost every finger, holding each of the rings in his mouth like pieces of a treasure meant to be swallowed whole, and when his hand was bare and his mouth was full of metal, he leaned over the bed and spit them to the floor to be picked up later.

The spit-slicked hand found his cock once more and Hizashi groaned as he stroked himself to hardness. Green eyes fluttered shut as he touched himself and Hizashi felt the gold curtain of his hair cascade down his back the moment he tipped his head back, bottom lip settling between his teeth as he dragged his fist up and down his shaft and selfishly enjoyed the pleasure of it until he started to get wet at the tip.

"Let's get this show on the road." Hizashi mumbled to himself, shuffling forward and pressing the head of his dick to Shouta's cakey mouth.

It took a hand at the nape of his neck, fingers half fisted in the dark hair there, to help prop Shouta’s head up at the right angle but Hizashi didn't give a shit because he still had one hand left to feed his dick into Shouta's mouth with so it all worked out.

"Hell yeah, that's it Shou..." He praised obscenely, holding the base of his dick and rocking the tip of it shallowly within the hot, wet cavern.

It wasn't nearly as good as getting head while Shouta was awake, fuckin’ obviously, (at least not yet anyway) but Hizashi was diggin’ it anyway. There was no suction, no swirling tongue, no hollowed cheeks or eager bobbing, but Shouta's mouth was hot and wet and his dick already had vibrant streaks of lipstick on the top of the shaft so Hizashi was happy as a clam.

But not satisfied. Never satisfied when it came to Shouta.

So he rolled his hips forward and shoved his cock down his best friend's throat with a greedy moan and a swear in another language. Despite being asleep, he could already feel the way Shouta's esophagus was clenching around the intrusion, spasming around the head of his dick like the muscles were trying to reject him, wanting to expel the intrusion but unable to. Too drugged up to choke let alone vomit and Hizashi was left to reap the rewards and soak up that eye-crossing bliss as he shoved himself in even deeper.

He could feel Shouta's front teeth digging into his pelvis but he didn't care. It felt so fucking good, shoved down a throat that couldn't fight back, enjoying the tight squeeze while Shouta just laid there like a fuck toy. Absolutely fucking delicious.

But Hizashi wasn't trying to kill him, so when Shouta's face started to turn purple he yanked his cock free, smile downright nasty as the rattling wheeze of Shouta's gasp for breath filled the space.

He was nice enough to let him take a few breaths (even nicer still to lube his mouth up extra by grabbing Shouta by the cheeks and spitting a wet glob of saliva down into his slack mouth) before greed shoved compassion to the wayside. Shouta didn't have time to swallow what he was given before Hizashi went after what he'd wanted all along — from the very first moment he imagined adorning Shouta in lipstick — shoving his demanding cock in and out of his friend's mouth like a fleshlight meant for him to use and abuse. It was messy as hell, spit dribbling out of Shouta's stupid fuckin’ mouth, red wax streaking down the column of his shaft from the head all the way down to his balls, his careful application utterly ruined as he abused the other’s throat until his lips were swollen and the lipstick on his mouth looked like it'd been painted on by a toddler.

"So good at taking it aren't you? Depraved fucking whore," Hizashi grunted, driving into the slick mess and wondering if Shouta would be able to swallow in the morning, let alone talk. "Wouldn't have to do this if you'd just suck it right, slut."

The last bit was degradation just for the camera, they both knew that Shouta could have him gasping for air in minutes, but showmanship was peak so Hizashi said it anyway.

"Fuuuuuck— so much better than when you're awake. Maybe I should do this more often. Give Hitoshi's pussy a little break by putting his new daddy out of commission."

He knew it'd piss Shouta off so bad. One of his little pre-planned nights, sneaking something into his drink before he could put Hitoshi out like a light for his own use. Hell, why not both, honestly. Shouta's precious teen slumped over the table, neglected and forgotten while Hizashi used his adoptive father then and there for as long as he pleased, the boy’s immobilized slumber going to waste while Shouta served his use.

The raunchy thought was so good that Hizashi kept coming back to it over and over, gasping as he stared down at Shouta's ruined mouth to watch his dick plunge in and out of it. Hedonistic sensation gathered up in the pit of his belly, bubbling and molten, ready to spill over, and Hizashi just barely managed to pull out before it did.

It was so goddamn tough. The sleazy blonde much preferred to be buried to the root inside whatever hot, wet sleeve he was fucking when finally did come, but Hizashi had other plans. Plans that included pulling out and stripping his spit soaked cock until he erupted and came all over Shouta's slack face in thick ropes. Which he did. Hizashi barely pulled out past Shouta's lips before he was tipping over the edge with a breathy moan, hand flying up and down his lipstick streaked shaft as he splattered Shouta's face with his release, marking him in ropes of white over lips and tongue and cheeks and across the bridge of his nose. It went everywhere, a genuine, grade A money shot through and through, and Hizashi was just nice enough to make sure it didn't pool in Shouta's closed eyes as he panted over top of his bestie.

"Fuck baby, if I wasn't such a greedy asshole that would've been enough for me to call it good." He groaned, dragging another little spurt of cum out of his sensitive cock and right into Shouta's wrecked and waiting mouth.

That really wasn't a joke, either.

They had great sex most of the time anyway but that orgasm left Hizashi with a vague ring in his ears and if it wasn't all over Shouta's face right now, Hizashi was positive that would've been the load that somehow managed to get his best friend pregnant.

"Even passed the fuck out you're an incredible lay." Hizashi praised and complained in the same breath.

The urge to slap him in the face was high but Hizashi didn't want to displace the load he'd just emptied onto his friend's face before it could cool, so he tempered the desire and decided to punish his lover in other ways. He had some time before his cock would harden up again anyway, so there was no rush.

Shuffling down, Hizashi was in the middle of putting himself in a better position for the next part of his plan when he felt something hot and immediately recognizable bump up against his balls. He didn’t need further confirmation but Hizashi still looked back to be sure.

"You're not even awake to enjoy it but your dick is getting real hard from me fucking your face." Hizashi teased, very obviously delighted. "Look at how well I have you trained, Shou."

He reached back for the dick in question and nearly swooned at the feeling of it in his hand as he gave Shouta's half chub a few indulgent strokes to help firm it up.

"You really are a slut." He said playfully for the camera, playing it up and holding the shaft to his cheeks as he rubbed his ass against Shouta's interested dick. "We been knowin’ but goddamn. Even our fancy little cocktail isn't enough to make this thing love my abuse any less."

It felt good to grind back against it, familiar in a way he enjoyed. Shouta was slowly but surely plumping up and Hizashi was tempted to abandon his plans in favor of shoving that perfect cock in his ass so he could ride it for hours but he had a vision and he planned to see it through.

"You gots to see it through, mahboy." Hizashi muttered to himself, greedily pushing back just to feel cock rubbing along his ass.

He just needed a little extra motivation, that's all.

Cruel fingers found the dusty peek of Shouta's sensitive nipples and Hizashi pinched one of them rudely. There was a small, but noticeable swell in Shouta's cock, and Hizashi groaned like his dick was still hard and he hadn't just emptied all over Shouta's sleeping face.

"You love it, don't you baby? Love having these useless things played with. Christ, look at these tits."

He abandoned Shouta’s dick and grabbed him by the chest like he was a girl, squeezing his pecs, rubbing his heels over nipples just begging for attention, watching himself squeeze and paw with bright eyes. 

It proved to be the ultimate motivation because soon Hizashi was focused on playing with the little peaks like a stim he couldn't get enough of. Pinching, rolling, plucking — tormenting both of his nipples until Shouta's breath started to catch and he could see them darkening beneath his hands.

"You can take more." Hizashi murmured confidently. "You have before."

Shuffling down, the blonde put them cock-to-cock, his soft, pierced length pressed up against Shouta's mostly hard one, long legs bracketing thick thighs. Hizashi writhed against him like a snake in the sand while a head of golden hair dipped and led himself down to Shouta’s chest via a trail of biting, sucking kisses down his throat and over his collar before he settled and drew one tender nub into his eager mouth.

A content sigh escaped him and Hizashi started to suckle it like a babe, spurned on to lick and tease it more and more as Shouta's steady breath started to grow rougher.

"You like that?" He asked needlessly, getting more aggressive as pearly teeth got involved and started to rake over the sensitive flesh slowly darkened by abuse and the lipstick painted over his own mouth.

Hizashi was greedy and overly covetous with it, grabbing Shouta's thick chest and pushing the muscles together like they were a jiggly pair of tits he could play with, mouth bouncing back and forth from nipple to nipple, tacky paint left in his wake. Hizashi sucked them both. Hard. The demanding pulls of his mouth were rough with growing desire, teeth dragging over the stiff peaks until he swore he could feel Shouta flinching beneath him as his tongue lashed over flesh like a whip.

Popping off the tit, green eyes surveyed his work and Hizashi made an approving sound in the back of his throat at how raw and puffy both nipples were. They were definitely swollen, dark red from all the abuse, and that just made Hizashi's mouth water with even more want.

Lean hips rocked against Shouta's thicker ones, rubbing his spent but vaguely interested dick against Shouta's much harder one and Hizashi couldn't help but torment his chest a little more, biting over and around the tender nubs until he could clearly see the imprints of his teeth and the beginning blush of broken blood vessels beneath Shouta's dark chest hair, all of it accented by the mess of ruined lipstick.

"So fuckin’ pretty," He praised genuinely, weak to the desire to suck and tease them more and more.

Hizashi didn't know how long it took him to fully part from Shouta's chest but, when he did, he held himself to it by slapping a couple of black X shaped pasties to Shouta's well-tenderized nipples, promising further torment as soon as Hizashi decided he was ready to give it to him.

Sitting up tall, the blonde stared down at his handy work with dark, possessive pride in his heart and an ache in his dick. 

Shouta was a deliciously special kind of mess, rosy red nipples covered by black tape while the flesh around it was littered with darkening marks. His throat was just as bad, neck and collarbone red with broken blood vessels preparing to bruise. Lipstick clung to his skin just as readily as the globs of cum Hizashi left on his face to dry and the sight had him grabbing his dick with a breathy exhale. 

He couldn't wait to make it even worse. 

A quick glance down between his best friend's legs had that dark, possessive thing growing darker still and Hizashi looked to the camera with a smile meant to humiliate.

"Such a slut for all my abuse, aren't you? You always try to deny it but this," He slithered down to kneel between Shouta's legs, grabbing his cock and milking a drop of wetness from the slit. "This tells a pretty different story doesn't it?"

The mean smile on his face adopted a more devious undertone and Hizashi gave Shouta's length a squeeze just on the other side of too tight.

"Why don't we see how much you love it, huh Shou? And after we're done you can try and argue with me about it next time I remind you what a needy cockslut you are."

Shouta's brow seemed to furrow a little, like the man could actually hear him, and despite knowing he couldn't, Hizashi let himself imagine that he was wrong.

Originally, he'd intended to be... Not nice, but nicer. With the little challenge he'd just issued though, Hizashi found the more sadistic side of him salivating at the notion of being just as cruel and impatient as he wanted in the name of science.

"I was going to prep you real good, baby," Hizashi voiced for the camera, giving his neglected dick a few strokes as he dug around in the bag for extra supplies. "But now it seems important to be more adaptable."

It would've been easy, and decadently fucked, to skip the lube altogether. In the current moment though, Hizashi's selfishness outweighed his desire to be even more of a bastard, so he slicked his shaft and drizzled cold lube directly over Shouta's unprepped hole.  Most of it was dragged down the crack of his hairy ass by gravity to make a mess of the bedspread but that wasn't Hizashi's problem so he didn't pretend like it was. He just tossed the clear liquid aside and fished another party favor out of the bag.

This one was smaller, the label foreign and bright, bottle small enough to be eclipsed entirely within his hand, and Hizashi made sure to be in position between his best friend's legs as he cracked the seal and held it under Shouta's nose.

"Admittedly, I'm not totally sure how you'll react to these with all the other shit in your system but eh," He shrugged. "We’re probably fine to rock and roll as is. And if it's not all kosher, we can deal with that later."

Hizashi knew it would be fine, he'd already looked into it, but he wanted Shouta sweating over it when he watched this in the future.

The blonde held the bottle beneath Shouta's nose for a good thirty seconds, dragging the head of his dick over the tight ring until, in a rush of relaxation, he felt it loosen.

"Fuck yeah," Hizashi hissed, capping the bottle of poppers and tossing it carelessly to the side before pressing forward, bullying his way past the tight ring.

It was eye-crossingly good. Tighter than any virgin he'd ever sunk into, but not strangling his cock trying to get him out. It was just a vice tight grip, lax, unprepared muscle being carved open and forced to make space, and Hizashi moaned like a whore as he sunk deeper and deeper in. He could barely keep his eyes open enough to appreciate the disgruntled look on Shouta's sleeping face as he forced his dick deep into his guts.

"Holy shit, you have no idea how good you feel right now." Hizashi grit out, pulling back a little just for the pleasure of shoving back inside. "Cunt so fucking tight for me. You not being able to sit for a week after this will be worth it, I promise."

Narrow hips retreated, and like the super duper nice guy he was, Hizashi grabbed the lube and openly drizzled it back and forth across the top of his shaft like glaze on a pastry.

"Don't say I never did nothin' for ya, Shou."

A lazy toss had the bottle rolling down onto the floor and Hizashi figured that was as good a sign as any that he was wet enough to go for it.

Hizashi didn't pretend to be kind or any type of considerate when he pulled back and swung his hips like a weapon, driving in hard and deep. There was nothing stopping him, no demanding voice telling him to slow down or to wait, no hands to grab or push, and Hizashi took complete advantage of that as he went for it and started to pound into Shouta's tight hole.

It was fucking addictive, just as addictive as Shouta himself. Hot and tight and soaking wet, the slick clap of skin against skin loud enough to be obscene in the empty room. Hizashi ate it up like the forbidden fruit it was, gobbling it down by the mouthful as he pummeled Shouta's ass with rude, greedy thrusts that lacked finesse. It wasn't about Shouta. Wasn't about keeping a rhythm or building up pleasure for both of them. It was about his passed out best friend being a sleeve for him to fuck and enjoy and Hizashi let that indecent thought push him harder. It didn't matter how quickly he came as long as he got his rocks off when he wanted to.

"Such a good fuckin hole," He moaned, abandoning Shouta's hips to grab at his thick chest for leverage instead.

Neatly manicured nails dug harshly into the meat there, sure to leave half moons embedded in flesh, but that was just another clue for the puzzle he intended to leave behind. The thought of Shouta waking up to the aftermath of his abuse had Hizashi panting like he'd run a marathon, snapping his hips brutally against his best friend's ass. 

It wasn't long before his greed demanded even more. 

"Your ass is starting to loose up." He grunted, only half lying. "Let's see what we can do about that, huh?"

Hizashi pulled out until just the tip was left inside, and then peeled up the edge of one pastie, balls threatening to draw up from the anticipation alone.

He toyed with the tape, tugging on it a bit just to show the camera the way it clung to the skin and the chest hair he'd trapped underneath it. 

"Shit, I almost wish you were awake so I could hear you scream."

Hizashi only had the patience to hold out for another second and then he ripped the thing off with cruel fingers, feeling Shouta's sleepy hole clamp down around him a second later. He drove in with one swift thrust the moment he felt it, dropping his head back with a throaty moan and a long drawn out 'fuuuuuuuck' as Shouta's hole spasmed around him from the agony of it.

"Trying to milk me so good right now, Shou," He moaned, grinding his cock into the spasming ring of heat massaging his shaft.

The temptation to grab the other one and rip it off right after was immense. The agonized squeeze around his cock was fucking legendary and Hizashi, greedy prick that he was, wanted to feel it again as soon as possible. It didn't, however, outweigh his desire to leave the other and force Shouta to rip it off himself bright and early tomorrow morning while his abused body screamed bloody murder.

His inner sadist purred louder than the engine of his mustang at the mental image and Hizashi held on to it, using it as the most meager form of self discipline imaginable as he pulled back and drove home inside of Shouta's pulverized guts.

Hizashi wasn't normally one for unresponsive partners. He'd fucked Shouta, and a few others, into unconsciousness and kept going, he'd done some somno shit in the past, and he wasn't a stranger to sex with full body restraints, but he wasn't usually one to drug his lovers. He was too egotistical for that, liked the challenge of talking someone into bed and then wrecking them hard and memorable, but this? Hizashi could understand why Shouta liked this.

His friend was a scrumptious sight to behold, taking dick like the whorish champion he was, and despite having watched Shouta fuck his unconscious teen ward many times in now, Hizashi finally felt like he understood the full scope of the appeal. 

Shouta was a piece of shit. A Grade-A dirtbag living in a delusional level of denial. He may have convinced himself that drugging his son in order to keep Shinsou safe from his perverse desires and the rabid lust Shouta couldn't control was the best option he had — telling himself that it was better for him, more humane, a way to avoid traumatizing him until Hitoshi inevitably came around to the idea of fucking his new daddy on his own while still being just as much of a selfish piece of shit as he'd always been — but Hizashi knew better. He knew there was no justifying any part of the course they'd taken together. Shouta just wanted to have his cake and eat it too, wanted to have his way without having to face the music that came with that. And Hizashi was just as guilty as Shouta, he really was, having been the one to pitch the idea and get hold of the drugs responsible for their fun after Shouta came to him in a flurry of guilt and fear that he’d lose control and rape the boy. But when it all boiled down to it? Shouta wasn’t getting off on being a good, nurturing father. He wasn’t busting a nut because he managed to find a way to touch his son without Hitoshi knowing or being hurt by his greedy dick. He got off on it for the exact same reasons Hizashi was now. 

Because of the power. And the pleasure. And the distinct lack of immediate consequence. 

His best friend was entirely vulnerable to him right now. Helpless. And his body couldn't lie about how much he was enjoying it, no matter how much Hizashi knew Shouta would have glared over the treatment and downright fought back over the lipstick. But like this? Shouta was entirely in his hands, splayed out and perfect, able to be savored and enjoyed and abused every which way. His body was a feast for the eyes, a buffet of visuals that Hizashi didn't have to feel any level of shame over, free to be obsessed over as long as he wanted, and Hizashi knew without a shadow of a doubt that he would be doing this again.

Staring down at where they were connected, Hizashi drove his dick in deep and moaned at the lewd sight of Shouta's puffy, gaped hole stretched and angry as the muscle was forced to accommodate him.

"Gonna have to start watching me with your food, Shou." The debauched blonde warned on the tailend of another moan, unsure if he was lying or not. "So goddamn good like this— fucking hell. Might start drugging your ass every chance I get!"

Like the other man could hear him, Shouta's cock bounced against his belly, smearing and leaving precum all over his belly as Hizashi fucked him. He knew the poppers were a big part of how hard he’d gotten in his current state, opening up the blood vessels further even than sleep and allowing for an even harder erection regardless of how little he'd touched him there, but it was hot. Seeing Shouta's cock rock hard while Hizashi abused the hell out of him in his sleep? Delicious.

"Whore—" He growled, reaching down and slapping an open hand down on his best friend's needy dick, gasping at the way his face scrunched and his hole tightened. "Such a pain hungry whore!"

Rapidly approaching his own end, Hizashi didn't hold anything back.

He pinched and slapped the fuck out of Shouta's dick, tugged on his balls a little in a way that would've had his friend snarling and telling him to fuck off, all while he slammed into his body like a man possessed. Hizashi didn't give a fuck. He didn't give a fuck about anything over than the way Shouta tight ass was gripping his cock and dragging him closer and closer to the edge.

He wanted to ruin Shouta. Wanted to ruin him like he'd already ruined Hizashi. Wanted to mark him and own him and leave just as significant of a mark on him as whatever the fuck he'd done to ensnare Hizashi to him. It was only fair.

White hot sensation overloaded his senses; abundant, electric and zinging throughout the pleasure centers of his brain like lightning trapped in a bottle, racing around the glass and threatening to explode at any second the longer it was contained.

"Oh fuck— Oh fuckohfuckohfuck—" Hizashi gasped on repeat, manic and wide-eyed and wild as he fucked into the tight sleeve, volts of electricity sparking as they raced over his nerve endings. "Bout to stuff you fill, cream your tight cunt with everything I've got, gonna— FUCK!"

The glass bottle exploded behind his eyes in a spark of fleeting light. Hizashi howled as he buried himself in deep and pumped a massive load into his best friend's unconscious ass, feeling like he was unloading his fucking soul straight from his balls and into Shouta's hole as orgasm fried his pleasure loaded circuits and drained him of every bit of energy that'd been trapped inside.

His cock throbbed inside Shouta’s body, the weak, last little spurts of it leaking out of his overly sensitive dick and, despite what he’d thought earlier, Hizashi was positive that would have been the load to knock Shouta up if he could. He was no stranger to going multiple rounds with very little refractory period but, even still, Hizashi could only stand to stay inside of Shouta’s body for a few seconds more before pulling out with a groan.

Borderline glowing eyes dropped down to Shouta's gaped open hole and Hizashi groaned a second time at the sight that met him there.

The puffy ring was dark and irritated looking, white tinged with a little pink (maybe blood, maybe lipstick, maybe both) threatening to dribble out of Shouta's hole, his fat needy cock hard and wet on display and Hizashi — who had zero intentions of getting Shouta off since he hadn't been able to get off on his dick alone — licked his lips, utterly famished.

"Lucky I have plans for this," He rasped for the camera, aware that Shouta wouldn't be able to see it. "Otherwise I'd be licking you up and prepping your fucked open hole for round three."

Blindly reaching for the party favor bag, Hizashi plucked out one of the last remaining goodies and promptly plugged Shouta's wrecked hole with a thick butt plug that he knew his friend would be hating his guts for in the morning.

"Mmmm, yeah. Biggest piece of the puzzle yet, don'tcha think?"

He glanced at the camera and then smiled real nasty.

"You can be kinda dense though, Shou. So why don't we give you a couple more? Just to be thorough."

A black marker came out of the bag next, leaving it completely empty (and proving that he'd always intended to mark him up extra). Hizashi uncapped it with his teeth and spat the lid elsewhere.

The blonde wasn't shy about straddling Shouta's messy belly, ignoring the cock that kept twitching with desire behind his ass, slow to go soft. He was entirely focused on his masterpiece, drawing an arrow to Shouta's hot red nipple alongside the words, Yummy, good for biting and a winky face, and then an arrow to the other still covered with the pastie. That one got a frowny face, and an Oops. Sowwy . Hizashi cackled as he did it.

He was tempted to go above the neck, maybe even write on Shouta's face, but the marker he'd chosen was very permanent and tough to get off. Meant to last, even on skin, and he knew Shouta worked day after tomorrow. So Hizashi refrained, slipping down his body instead to write down near his hips and his dick where his shirt might just ride up.

More arrows, this time near the puddle of precum. Oooo, so wet bby right alongside fun toy and unsatisfied and then, in a blatant lie, useless.

Hizashi stood then, looking over his handiwork, idly wondering if Shouta’s english was good enough to translate that at a glance or if he’d be forced to look it up, getting madder and more turned on with every translation. But, even with the chuckle that conjured, somehow Hizashi still didn't feel satisfied.

Shouta looked fuckin' gorgeous. Used and abused, mouth still smeared with dry, cakey lipstick and spit and globs of dried cum on his skin and in his facial hair, his one visible nipple rosy red and surrounded by teeth marks and darkened hickies, puddle of precum on his belly and in his pubes, all of it accented with dark lines and rude words. But there could be more.

Hizashi, who had adopted a thinking pose as he pondered, stared over Shouta's prone form, thinking about what else to write, what else to add, and eventually decided that it would involve moving his friend. Again.

"Man, you're gonna be heavier than a sack of wet sand, but artistic freedom demands." Hizashi bemoaned.

It was a bitch and a half getting Shouta rolled over onto his belly, especially without accidentally wiping the mess of drying cum on his face all over the bed spread, but Hizashi did manage it. Swearing up a storm and calling Shouta a fucker and a bastard every step of the way, but it still got done. With Shouta laid out on his belly, face towards where the camera was positioned, ass bent over the edge of the mattress, Hizashi actually lamented the loss. Fucking him that way and making a mess of his back would've been fantastic but, alas. He would know for next time.

The blonde smiled darkly to himself at that, choosing not to share with his future audience, and set up shop behind Shouta's bent over form to start doing some additional magic.

"I wonder if you've ever thought about doing this to Hitoshi." Hizashi pondered aloud, pressing ink to Shouta's bare back. "You’d probably be nice if you ever did. Write a bunch of pretty flowery shit like, 'beautiful' and 'perfect pussy' and 'daddy's angel' if you did but, eh."

He stood back up and looked over his work.

"To each their own."

Sleepy Cockslut stood out down the full length of Shouta's spine in big, bold characters. Japanese this time. Grab here in English with arrows pointing to his ass cheeks. Multiple arrows drawn all the way down to the crack of his ass, pointing towards his hole, with the words Hungry Fuck Hole above them.

The sight had heat stirring up in his gut once more, plumping up his sensitive, overworked cock for a third time, and Hizashi cast a glance over at the clock on the bedside.

"Got a late shift down at station soon. Might be cuttin' it pretty close but..." Hizashi shrugged. ”Fuck it. Might as well treat myself."

He gave himself a couple tight, rapid strokes and then pulled the plug free, shoving the cum that threatened to escape back in with his dick and a sharp hiss.

He wasn't going to last long at all. Probably had very little to give Shouta at this point anyway. Hizashi didn't care, he took advantage anyway. He fucked in fast, eating up the harsh, biting pleasure that was edging into unpleasant as he jackrabbited in and out of Shouta's mostly lax hole with a single goal in mine, imagining Shouta's volcanic anger come morning to help distract from the discomfort and get him there.

It only took him a few minutes before he was exploding in Shouta's ass for the second time, blessedly pulling out halfway through to splatter some of the mess across Shouta's hole and over his ass cheeks. He hadn’t done that last part on purpose, too sensitive to stay in the hot, wet sleeve for even the whole orgasm, but Hizashi felt distinctly pleased by the result as he worked the plug back into Shouta's hole, really feeling like his masterpiece was finally complete.

"There." He said proudly, continuing to look him over.

Shouta was an obscene vision, inside and out, front to back, and Hizashi felt giddy. So much so that, glancing over at the camera, he made a major split section change to his plans.

Initially, he'd thought to take the camera with him when he left. To format the footage and make a little home movie out of it. Gift it to Shouta at random after couple weeks. Maybe a month or two in the future. But now? Now Hizashi thought maybe he'd just leave it.

Belly down and passed the fuck out, Shouta was looking right at it. The camera on his dresser would be the first thing he saw when he woke and, to Hizashi, there was just something extra tasty about that compared to keeping it a secret. And it wasn't like he wouldn't get a copy if Shouta deleted and destroyed the thing out of anger, it was already backing up to his phone and the cloud as it recorded, so really, there was no reason he shouldn't. 

Especially with how inspired he felt. 

Art was really somethin' else.

Hizashi whistled cheerfully to himself as he stepped away and started to clean up, half-assedly wiping himself down with Shouta's discarded shirt and stepping back into his own clothes. He found each of his rings, adorning them all, along with all his goodies that ended up tossed back in his little party favors bag to be left behind. He could've easily walked out the door at that point but Shouta was his best friend, and his partner in crime, so Hizashi wasn't a total douche bag about the whole thing. 

He dragged Shouta the rest of the way up the bed with the last ounces of strength possessed (his arms would be fuckin’ killing him tomorrow and Hizashi hoped Shouta appreciated the effort, despite knowing he wouldn’t give two shits) and then filled up a glass of water to set beside the camera, along with a couple of the good pain killers rather than any over the counter bullshit. He laid out a pack of wet wipes and some dry washcloths, because he was a good fuckin friend, but he was also a dick, and had a rotten sense of humor to boot, so Hizashi did not include makeup wipes and also tossed down fifty bucks just to grind salt into the wound a little deeper.

And when it was all said and done, Hizashi stepped up to the camera and kneeled down in front of it with a wide, shit eating grin on his face, speaking directly to the lens, and Shouta a few hours in the future.

"I have air time in a few down at the station so I gotta jet but, hey, I had a great time, buddy, I really did. It was a blast, for one of us at least." 

Hizashi laughed and rolled his eyes. "I'm sure you're gonna be way too pissed off when you see this to bother getting off to it — and, hey, if I’m wrong and you do, good on you because that's what it's for, but I doubt it." 

"Leftovers in the fridge, I promise they're fine and you won't knock your own ass out, but if you don't trust me on that then there's money on the dresser for a decent breakfast and a round at the bar to get that taste out of your mouth."

Hizashi's wide, pleased as punch smile darkened, adopting a sharper, razor thin edge to it as his eyes crinkled at the corners.

"Don't be too mad, baby. I just figured a taste of your own medicine was in order, and how could I resist? You always look euphoric when you're balls deep in your baby boy. I'm only a man, Shou. You should know how tough that can be."

And with that, Hizashi blew a kiss to the camera and then stood to leave, whistling on his way out the door and wondering, idly, if the battery would last long enough for him to enjoy the sight of his best friend coming back around when the drugs wore off.

It seemed unlikely but, hey, he'd always been rather lucky.