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The party was loud, proud and full of grinding and drinking. It was just the sort of party a certain playboy had missed in the stone world and there was no better way to celebrate his beautiful new yacht. Betty was a gorgeous vessel, four floors of utter luxury. He'd spared no expense in designing her. The entire middle floors were designed with hedonism and decadence in mind. Plush leather couches held couples and friends alike, people drinking, making merry and more. The main deck itself boasted an obscenely large hot tub, a fully stocked bar (run by François of course!) and a dance floor. Ryuusui was making his way through the party goers, stopping to chat and flirt with his guests as he did so. He made sure no one wallflowered, made sure no cup was empty and no one danced alone. 

He could almost ignore his punishment.

Almost.

Tsukasa hated parties. Ryuusui knew this, so when he'd been buttering his handsome lion up, insisting he be his date...he'd had to make some compromises. And part of that involved giving in to Tsukasa's desire to enjoy the event one way or another. 

Which was how he found himself, dressed in a golden silk shirt embroidered with lions tucked into skin-tight black leather pants tucked into chunky platform boots. The boots didn't quite boost him to meet Tsukasa's eyes, but it meant he was slightly above the crowd. Hair glittering like a golden crown. Where Tsukasa could see him, no matter where he went. He could feel those hungry eyes on him no matter if he was sipping a drink or dancing with a beautiful young thing. The deep, dark eyes of the predator followed him everywhere. It was enough to make him shudder. But not enough to make him forget the pressure deep inside, resting right up against his prostate. Placed there by the very man who eyed him like a piece of meat. 

When he'd first seen the toy - bright barbie pink, thick as three of Tsukasa's fingers - he'd protested, whined and begged - "Baby...please, c'mon. Anything but that..." 

"I know, greedy boy. I know you hate it when I tease you, that's what makes it a punishment..."- just the memory of the rumbling timbre of that voice had him arching into the pressure, passing it off as swaying his hips to the music. Having Tsukasa stuff it inside had been a special kind of torment. He'd not been allowed to cum, not even once. Not when his lover had opened him on those talented fingers, not when he'd pressed the toy inside, not when he'd tested each setting to make sure it was going to really make Ryuusui squirm.

As he headed to the bar to order his next drink, he felt the toy stir to life, making his breath hitch as he tried to ask for a scotch on the rocks, making it sounds more like a 'sco-ahah-ch on the r-r-rocks' and  thank fuck for François being used to his bullshit because they only quirked an eyebrow before handing him two glasses, one with his scotch and the other a grenadine and tonic. 

"There you are, sir, I believe Sir Shishio is without a beverage, and it would not do to let a guest run dry at your party." 

"Yes, of course...thank you François," he snapped his fingers, "Thinking of everything as usua- al!" His voice hitched at the end as the toy suddenly pulsed before going still. That bastard! He grabbed the drinks and hurriedly made his way through the crowd, his 'excuse me's barely audible above the heady thrum of the bass. He caught Tsukasa, looking effortlessly gorgeous, leaning against the ship's railing. His hair was down - just how Ryuusui preferred it despite the impracticality - and he was dressed rather plainly and yet still looked like he'd stepped off a runway. A crisp white shirt, dark slacks that gave him legs for days and matte loafers. He'd forgone the lion cloak today, if only because things on the boat could get heated very quickly. When their eyes met, the taller man gave him a slow smile, showing off those perfectly pointed canines and plush rosy lips. Ryuusui wanted to kiss him. But he'd been a bad boy. He'd made Tsukasa come to this party, and tonight he would only get what he was given. Nothing more. 

He held out the drink, putting in his usual cocky smirk despite how hard he was. "Your drink, sir." He shuddered as Tsukasa leaned in to whisper in his ear, drawing a soft whine from his lips.
"Hmm, are all the bar-boys here as slutty as you? Or am I just lucky?" he murmured. Ryuusui took a sip from his drink and looked up at the taller man through long, golden lashes, 
"Well, I like to think I invented slutty," he murmured, stepping close enough to feel Tsukasa's body heat but not enough to touch. "Like what you see?" 
"You could say that." Tsukasa's gaze was so intense that Ryuusui found himself flushing and looking away. He was normally greedy for all he could get from his lover. Looks. Touches. Kisses. Praise. But when they played? He felt small.  And that feeling? He wasn't just greedy for it, he desperately needed it. Chased it with the same single minded determination that had earned him a place in Tsukasa's bed. The brunette cleared his throat, looking down at Ryuusui with amusement that stirred in his gut. "Don't you have a party to enjoy? Guests to cosy up to. Pretty little things to grind on?" He sneered, and his hand shifted to his pocket and holy fuck. 

A strong arm wrapped around him, holding him up as the vibrator pulsed in his ass, intense and unrelenting until stars were bursting behind his eyelids and his hips jerked forward, rubbing his cock against Tsukasa's thigh before the pleasure suddenly stopped, and he was left, barely standing, cock aching in its leather prison. 
"Tsuka...wha...?" He whined, trying to bring himself back under control. He felt like a new-born deer, legs too shaky, too off balance.
"Run along now, Nanami. Your guests are waiting." Tsukasa smiled, strolling off into the throng of people like he hadn't nearly made the host cum in his pants. 

So the night went on. Ryuusui would slowly loosen up, drink, dance and laugh. But then just as he got too relaxed and comfortable...those eyes would find him and Tsukasa would use the vibrator to torment him. Leaving him a sweaty, unsteady mess. He excused it as a bit too much alcohol when someone checked in on him and slowly made his way to the top deck. The night was wearing on and several people had already urged him to make one of his customary speeches. And he was worried if he didn't soon, he would be unable to. Champagne glass in hand, he ascended the stairs with nervous legs.

Up above the crowd he signalled for the music to be dropped so he could talk. He caught Tsukasa's eyes and relaxed when the man simply raised his glass and smiled. 

Feeling safe, Ryuusui started talking. He thanked everyone for their attendance, reminisced about those who had been unable to come. He was building to the grander part of his speech, talking about the future they were building and- oh fuck. 

He hesitated, voice catching in his throat as the toy buzzed to life, starting off slow, tantalising but not maddening. His hand shook, spilling his drink slightly. Tsukasa was leaning against the railing again, smiling innocently even as he began to drive Ryuusui to distraction. "Er...anyway, as I was saying...it's so lovely to have so many friends here as we take sweet Betty on her maiden voyage, may she have many more. And-" He choked on the word as the toy in his ass sped up, sending pleasure sparking up his spine and down his dick. 

He steadied himself with a  hand on the railing, glad that this high up no one would be able to see how his cock twitched in the confines of his tight leather trousers.
"Woah there captain, I think you’ve had a little too much to drink!" Someone from the crowd hooted and he felt his cheeks warm in embarrassment. Everyone was watching. 

Tsukasa's voice from their prep session burned through his mind - 'Everyone is going to look and know...they'll know what a slut you are, getting hard from them watching you...the greedy Ryuusui Nanami, needing all eyes on him always, even when he gets off.’

"Haha! Something like that, you all know me, my greed knows no bounds even when it comes to Earthly vices! Speaking of vices - I would like to take a moment to thank Francois, my charming but l-AH!" His voice pitched into a whine as the toy began to pulse and fuck it felt like it had settled deeper, entirely up against his prostate now, sending wave after wave of intense pleasure through his poor body. His toes curled in his shoes, his knees trembled, more champagne spilled on the floor below. He swallowed thickly, "E-E-everyone give it up for F-Bar Francois!" He clicked his fingers and took the moment of cheers to compose himself. His hand drifted down to adjust his cock but then the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. His sailors instincts screamed DANGER and he looked up to see Tsukasa giving him that heavy look. The look that commanded obedience even as he wanted so badly to be naughty. The brunette shook his head once and Ryuusui whined but returned his hands to the railing. "I would also like to thank...er..." His mind blanked again as the speed of pulsing in his ass picked up the pace and he clenched his jaw, "Hmm..." He let out a heavy sigh, "I um..." His eyes darted to Tsukasa, pleading mercy. Two voices in his mind clashed, screaming loudly in his head as he swayed on the spot. 

Let me cum let me cum let me cum let me cum...

Make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop...

He got what he desired, but somehow, the vibrations ceasing didn't improve his focus. The toy still sat against his prostate, only now it was soft and teasing and it made him clench down with need...
"Ha-..." His voice sounded distant to himself, "Ah-ha! I must apologise...I fear I am more inebriated than I realised, but trust that I do desire your company all the more for it!" He looked over his friends, all here to see him...

‘To see what a whore you are...'

"I want to thank you all from the bottom of my heart for coming here tonight...and I hope this may be the first of many adventures we tak-" The vibrator roared to life inside him and pleasure tore through his body. His back spasmed as if electrocuted as sharp spikes of desire lanced along every fibre of his nerves. The relentless on-off teasing...the build up and Tsukasa's filthy words in his ear even as the man himself smiled innocently from below. 

‘You don't have permission, greedy boy.’

Ryuusui squeezed his eyes shut. His cock was leaking, slipping against the inside of the now stifling leather trousers he'd chosen. Why had he gone commando again?

‘Because I love knowing you're bare under there.'

"Tsuka..." His voice was barely a whisper, but he knew his lover had noticed. Tsukasa moved through the crowd with a grace and ease of a dancer despite his massive size and Ryuusui felt his resolve begin to crumble. He lost sight of Tsukasa in the crowd...oh fuck the crowd. Everyone was looking up at him, eyes expectant. A few people were laughing at his antics, amused that he'd gotten so wasted, others  whispered to their neighbours, wondering what had got him so flustered. He could imagine their words, he needed their words. He craved them. The greediness of his desire was unrelenting as he took in the crowd's curiosity. He could imagine they all knew...knew what he was...knew he was a needy little slut for Tsukasa, for their eyes on his body...for the pleasure that was burning him up from the inside as he tried to bring himself to end his speech. He opened his mouth, to bid them goodnight...

He felt Tsukasa's presence behind him. Looming and powerful. Only one man could make him so weak in the knees. His throat clicked as he tried to find the words. The vibrator kicked up another level and - fuck fuck fuck.
"Tsuka...sir... please ."
"You want them to see? They're all going to see." His voice was like plush velvet, devilishly soft. 
"Want..." 
"Of course you do, my greedy boy." Tsukasa sounded amused and Ryuusui thought he was going to cry when...

"You have my permission."

He came so hard, he collapsed under the weight of pleasure, pitching back into those strong arms. Drool leaked from his mouth as he convulsed with the intensity with which he was driven to his peak. He spilled inside the leather trousers, feeling the spend spread down his thighs. He was aware that he was crying, letting out small hitching sobs he hoped no one else could hear. He felt the dozens of eyes on him widen in shock. His legs were weak beneath him and only Tsukasa's strength kept him from falling to the floor. 

"Looks like the Captain definitely had too much to drink." He could feel the rough rumble of Tsukasa's voice through his body. The vibrator had stopped but he felt the shocks running through him regardless. He was swept up into strong arms. "Time for bed, greedy boy." 

When Ryuusui came to it was laid out on satin sheets. At some point he'd been undressed and he blinked open his eyes to find Tsukasa gently cleaning sticky semen from his thighs. He whined as those big but gentle hands moved to clean his dick next.

"I know, I know sweet boy. You're so sensitive. But you need to be cleaned up," his lover's voice was soft and affectionate, even as he tended to his filthy task. The blonde for his part was trying to have a coherent thought. 

"Ngh..." Ryu managed to mumble, lying his head back with a huff. 

"You're always so petulant after we play," the amusement in that smooth voice made him whine again and he only settled when Tsukasa moved up the bed to press loving kisses against his face. "You did so well for me, it was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen, watching you fall apart in front of the crowd..." His voice pitched lower, "You're so sexy when you're being my greedy boy."
"Did...good?" 
"Yeah, real good baby." Tsukasa had decided he was clean enough apparently because he set the damp cloth aside and instead moved so he was lying back against the pile of pillows with Ryuusui in his lap, leaning back on his chest. "Everyone saw...but only we knew." A small, tense part of Ryuusui relaxed at those words. His excuse of being too drunk - something that did frequently happen at parties he threw if he was honest - had been accepted by the masses. The idea of coming in public was hot. Being caught, not so much. 
"Mmm, would be awkward if not," he yawned, letting his head rest against his shoulder. "That was... intense." 
"You took it so well...you have no idea how hard it was for me to stay up there, knowing how desperate you were. I wanted to drag you down here from the moment we began."
"Liar, you just wanted to get out of the party," Ryuusui teased, turning his head to kiss against his sharp jaw. "Ugh this face of yours is obscene. People call me greedy, but it's so selfish how you keep such a beautiful face all to yourself."
" Uhn , don't try to butter me up for round two. You're exhausted and drunk Ryu," Tsukasa started to pepper kisses down his neck, and Ryuusui obediently tilted his head to give him further access. "I spoil you too much."
"You love me you big sap," The blonde's confidence was returning along with his braincells. And he had a sudden jarring thought. "Hey...you don't normally let me finish first when we play. What about you?"
"What about me?"
"Don't be coy, it doesn't suit you...I told you when we started this. I want everything, every dark desire, every dirty thought...every orgasm I can pull from your stupidly toned body." Ryuusui wiggled, trying to turn in Tsukasa's hold but only succeeding in twisting a little and sliding down his chest. "Tsu!" He pouted when the taller man laughed, deep and booming. 
"Okay okay pretty boy," Tsukasa hauled him back up like he weighed nothing, shifting slightly till the monstrous length between his legs settled heavy against Ryuusui's bare ass through the thin linen of his slacks, "You want to help me out?" 

Ryuusui cocked an eyebrow, "Does the pope shit in the woods?"
"Okay no, you ruined it," Tsukasa snorted, teasingly shoving him, "Why must you always say the most idiotic things when I'm trying to fuck you?"
"I think your laugh is sexy...especially when I force it out." Ryuusui was smug as he turned, giving him a sultry look despite the silly mood he'd introduced, "How do you want me, sir ?" 
"This is meant to be aftercare...face to face?" 
"Don't pretend that's for me, you're a kinky asshole, but missionary and cowgirl are your favourite positions." 
"I like your faces." And oh didn't that just make Ryuusui melt. 
"Okay big guy, but I'm not riding you. My legs are jelly after having that vibrator in all nigh-OI!" He yelped as they were suddenly flipped, him lying on his back, head nestled in soft pillows as Tsukasa loomed over him. "Hey..."
"Hey..." A blush overcame those gorgeously sharp cheekbones and Ryuusui couldn't help but bring his hands up to cradle his face. 
"My earlier statement stands. You're unfairly beautiful." He murmured, drawing the taller man in for a proper kiss. At first it was just a warm touch of lips to lips, but then Ryuusui got greedy, tongue eagerly seeking out Tsukasa's to play. He tasted sweetly of grenadine and something muskier...almost...tangy? He pulled back, cheeks flushing, "Did you lick up some of my cum ?" He blurted.
"Uhn? Yeah. I love your taste...you were still pretty far gone by the time I'd had my fill, so I switched to the cloth." Tsukasa's grin was all teeth and predatory, "Now shut up and kiss me, you know you love how much I want to eat you up." Their lips crashed back together and this time Ryuusui didn't shy away from his own taste, he chased it. A low groan escaped from his chest as Tsukasa ground down against him, the heated length starting to peak out the top of his boxers. He wanted it so fucking bad. Even after having his ass and prostate tormented for six hours straight and having cum his brains out in front of a crowd of their friends and acquaintances...he always wanted more. More Tsukasa. More pleasure. More of that fucking pillar of a dick. 

"Baaaaaaaaabe, c'mon, I've been good all night. I even waited for permission to cum...I want it."
"Want what?" Tsukasa teased, "You're the greediest man in the world. Surely you can verbalise what you want?" Those dark eyes raked down his body as Tsukasa trailed kisses down his neck, pausing at his collar bones to leave a dark hickey, sucking and licking at the skin till Ryuusui was squirming and tugging his hair. 
"Fuck fuck okay! I want your dick. I want it all the fucking time. I get stuck in those stupid board meetings and I wish I was sat on it. I'm at my desk trying to review our food stores and I wish I was choking on it...I want to feel the weight of you in my hands. You are so... restrained babe, I want to feel the one part of your body that is unrelentingly greedy for pleasure."

The sound Tsukasa let out at the admission was nothing short of feral. 

Okay, cock-warming may be on the table - put that little titbit away for next time I have to do a fucking zoom call...

"Now are you going to fuck me like a man, or do I gotta go out there and be the slut you say I am to get what I want?" Ryuusui knew he was baiting him, waving a thick juicy steak in front of the beast before him...but sex with Tsukasa was always best when he lost a little bit of control. And thankfully, Ryuusui was very skilled at pushing him over that edge. He shuddered in delight as those kisses against his neck became bites that trailed down to his chest. He ran a hand through thick brown locks, urging Tsukasa to feast on his body, take what he wanted and leave nothing behind but his fucked out form. He moaned as he felt those large hands grab his ass, hole still soft and pliant from the toy, though Tsukasa was nothing if not a thorough lover, and the blond whined as he felt two lubed up fingers press inside. "Ngh...'Kasa, don't make me wait...I can take it..."
"Hush greedy boy." Tsukasa's voice was heavy again, and he left a harsh bite against Ryuusui's collar bone, "I decide what you can and can't take." 

Ryuusui was soon reduced to a puddle of moaning, sweat and precum as Tsukasa expertly prepared his hole. The first time they'd fucked it had taken forty minutes of prep time and Ryuusui still couldn't walk the morning after and now the taller man seemed to think he was some fainting damsel who needed a careful hand. His cock had managed to get hard again and was leaking against his abs as he writhed, trying to either get Tsukasa to fuck him, or at least play with his prostate and let him cum. 

"Now you are ready." The brunette pulled his fingers out slowly. He stripped off his slacks and boxers in one swift movement and used the excess lube to slick up his cock. It - like much of Tsukasa - was a fucking huge monument. Truthfully the biggest dick he'd ever had - and he had been around the world, and had many a dick, and seen many more without ever meeting one that could possibly compare. Just the sight of it had him drooling, eager to have his guts re-arranged by his lover. He spread his legs like the slut he was, leaning back and letting Tsukasa manhandle him into place, legs around that trim waist. He felt the hot flesh of the head kiss his hole...and then the blissful sting and stretch of taking his favourite cock to the base. Tsukasa took it slow, but did not pause as he pulled Ryuusui closer until his balls touched his ass.

Ryuusui let out a soft whimper, feeling full in the most satisfying way. The sheer stretch of the other man in his hole was enough to drive him to distraction.

"Fuck...the things your body does to me..." Tsukasa's voice was rough, his usual composure slipping as he took in the sight of Ryuusui beneath him. Blonde hair sprawled out like a halo against the dark satin of the pillows. Cheeks flushed and tear-streaked. hands tangled in the sheets. Chest mottled with bruises and bitemarks. Ryuusui shuddered and nudged him with the back of his foot, urging him to move. Tsukasa didn't need to be told twice, pulling back slowly only to snap those hips and push in deep. The head of his cock shoving past Ryuusui's ruined prostate in a way that had him screaming for more. All too quickly they devolved into animals. Tsukasa rutted into him like a dog as Ryuusui lay back and took everything the stronger man had to offer. At some point he brushed a hand down his own chest, resting over his stomach where he could FEEL the cock pushing against his insides. It twisted something inside him and set his eyes rolling back as he tried to stave off orgasm. 
"Not until you have permission...hold on...c'mon....good boy...be a good boy for me and I'll reward you..." Tsukasa’s voice was a feral growl.
"Tsu-kaaaaahhhh-ahhh..." He whined, arching his back and yowling as Tsukasa somehow thrust deeper inside him. "....leaaaaaaase." He was a mess, drool leaking from the side of his mouth, eyes hazy and un-seeing. His hair was sticking to his forehead from sweat. His dick had left a pool of precum against his navel. Still though, Tsukasa did not relent in his pace. He grabbed one of Ryuusui's legs, holding it in the crook of his elbow before shifting and putting his ankle on his shoulder so he could drive in with greater force. He turned his head, pressing kisses along Ryuusui's calf, breath coming hot against the skin as he chased his own peak with single minded efficiency. 

The noises Tsukasa made could have made Ryuusui climax alone, but so desperate was he for Tsukasa's praise, he held back. Even as his body tensed, screaming for release. Even as the head of Tsukasa's cock struck directly against his prostate. Even as one of those big, calloused hands closed around his over-sensitive member and stroked it teasingly. He let out a needy half-whine-half-sob and cries of pleasure and want and need. He had started begging at some point, though he wasn't sure the words were decipherable with how fucked out his voice was. Something had shifted in his lover, something greedy and lustful and he loved it. He loved how Tsukasa bared his teeth, how his eyes narrowed and his nose wrinkled as he used Ryuusui's body for his own pleasure. His own moans were deep grunts and growls, occasionally punctuated with a "good boy" or "greedy slut" as he abused Ryuusui's hole. The hand grasping his dick tightened and he cried out as he felt Tsukasa slam home with a forceful push, sharp teeth closed around the meat of his shoulder and that thick, girthy cock inside him pumped his guts full of cum. Ryuusui was truly desperate now, writhing with need as Tsukasa pinned him down, basking in the pleasurable glow of his own orgasm, even as he denied Ryuusui his. 
"...rrrrrr....eeeeeasss..." He slurred, rocking his hips down on that slowly softening cock, "'Oreeeeee...." 
"What was that baby?" Tsukasa's voice was irritatingly put together for a man who had just cream pied him and the part of Ryuusui that wasn't nearly mad with pleasure grumbled. "Use your words..."
"N'ah....aah...." He shuddered, "Eeeassss...leh...mnng....leh....um..." 
"Well...since you asked so nicely..." Then Tsukasa was leaning over him, encompassing his every sense. All he could see was that wild brown hair. All he could smell was man and musk. All he could hear was his heavy breaths. All he could feel was that cock deep in his guts. 
"Cum for me, my good boy."
Ryuusui came so hard, he blacked out. 

Fuck. He was going to throw a party every week at this rate.