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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      モブサイコ100_|_Mob_Psycho_100
  Relationship:
      Suzuki_Shou/Suzuki_Touichirou
  Character:
      Suzuki_Shou, Suzuki_Touichirou
  Additional Tags:
      Outdoor_Sex, Watersports, Scent_Kink, Blow_Jobs, Emetophilia, Facials,
      Slurs
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-09-04 Words: 3156
****** Authority ******
by goretier
Summary
     Touichirou gets creative when disciplining his son.
Notes
     For my gift exchange partner!
The scenery out the car window blew by faster than Shou could keep up with.
Cars and trucks and motorcycles whipped into the distance behind them as
Touichirou kept his foot steady on the gas, calm as exits streamed by them
faster than light.
There was a dangerous kind of silence in the air, assisted by the cool one-
handed grip he had on the wheel. Touichirou’s elbow was propped up against the
window, and he held his head in his hand with his index finger at his temple.
There was something stormy in his eyes, but Shou kept his own petulantly out
the window as he fought hard to keep from sniffling.
It wasn’t the first time he’d run away, but it was the first he’d been to see
his mother. His father’s wedding band glinted in the corner of his eye.
The exit for his father’s house blew by the window. Shou clenched his fingers
in his pants.
“Where are we going.” He stated, still square to the window, voice tight as he
contemplated the intelligence of unbuckling, opening the door, and jumping out
as they flew 100 miles an hour down the fucking highway – if he was lucky his
dad would let him go, and maybe he could eat it under the wheels of a truck. If
he was unlucky, Touichirou would have him by the back of his shirt, no doubt.
But shit, anything would beat the lecture Shou knew was bubbling under his
father’s sealed lips like lava under the crust of the earth.
Beside him, Touichirou squeezed his fingers around the wheel and breathed out
slowly from his nose. Shou sneered at his reflection in the side mirror.
“I’m late to work.” He said, his deeper, stronger voice tight like the boy’s,
not looking at him as he passed a dozen cars at once, changing lanes, coming
close enough to nearly clip at least five others on his way.
“I’m not going to your office.” Shou said, twisting in his seat, coming up and
placing one hand on the dash as he faced his father, a snarl on his face. “Drop
me off.”
The scenery outside was changing – more green, a split in the highway full of
trees blossomed to their side, the cars thinning as they took exits to peel
back off to the populated suburbs at the edge of the wilderness. A long drive
ahead to the next city.
“Sit back down.” Touichirou said, eyes steely as he spared him a glance – boy,
was it Christmas? – before returning his attention to the road. “I don’t have
time for this.”
“Okay. Fucking, yeah. Okay.” Shou said, jamming his fingers into the buckle and
tearing himself from the seat – he’d take his chances today, steeling himself
and centering his power and feeling it crackle in his fingers as he put his
hand on the door and prepared to just go for it, whatever, before his father
slapped a hand into the back of his jacket and pulled, hard enough to drag the
collar of his shirt into his throat, and soon he was halfway into his father’s
lap as the man twisted his hand tight in his clothes. Shou heard a crunch of
metal and watched the door he was just about to open pull in to the chassis
like it had been sucked by a vacuum.
Touichirou changed lanes faster than Shou had ever seen before in his life –
actually, he watched his father make room in the traffic around him by pushing
cars forward with his powers as he whipped the car to the shoulder – and he
braked hard, something cold in his eyes as he shoved Shou away from his body to
put the car in park before taking a grip in his clothes once more.
Touichirou pulled him out by his coat over the driver’s seat as Shou kicked and
thrashed and clawed at his father’s hand until he dropped him onto the ground,
and he was only more enraged when he saw the cool exterior of his father
looking down his nose at him as he struggled to get to his feet and dust the
gravel off his back.
“I hate you!” Shou shouted at him, throwing a handful of gravel at his father.
When the man stood calmly and let the rocks bounce off an energy shield, Shou
snarled and charged at him, rocks spraying out from under his feet as he made
to tackle his dad – uselessly, of course, when he caught him without even
picking up a finger. The feeling of his father’s aura, his unique touch of
energy, was something Shou was intimately familiar with. Its paradoxically
impersonal and passionate dymanic was as cryptic as his own father’s emotions,
and Shou felt so vulnerable in front of him with his rage plain on his face
that he felt like he could scream.
So he did.
“You aren’t in CHARGE of me!”
A scratch on the smooth surface of Touichirou’s façade cracked – Shou felt his
heart freeze when his father’s distant eyes widened by a fraction of an inch
before he met his gaze.
“Is that so?” Touichirou asked, one hand in his pocket as he clenched the other
into a fist, brought his hand up to look at his watch, and breathed out hard
through his nose before looking away and walking into the woods.
Shou’s feet, flat on the ground, began to drag through the gravel, after his
father. Disbelief froze his thoughts for a second before he could actually get
a hold of his tongue – the one thing not completely under his father’s control
as he struggled to work his way out of his grip.
“Are you serious?” Shou shouted as the stone beneath his feet turned into grass
as they pressed deeper into the tree line. “What are you going to do - ”
He couldn’t finish that thought as a thousand different answers flooded his
mind. He saw his father stop, take off his jacket, and toss it to the ground to
the side before rolling up his sleeves to his elbows. His mouth was dry.
The grip on his body disappeared suddenly, and Shou stumbled and fell to the
ground by his father’s feet. When he tried to rise to his feet a firm, large
hand pressed down on the top of his head. Shou settled on his knees and looked
up at him, only about as high as his waist. His cheeks were burning and his
eyes red.
“I didn’t think so.” Touichirou said, keeping his hand tight in his hair.
“Shut up.” Shou seethed, rolling his shoulders and yanking his head free of his
father’s grasp – Touichirou let him, but he didn’t dare make a move to stand.
When his father’s hands went for his belt, though, fear dropped like a cold
stone into his stomach as he followed his pale, thin fingers as they opened the
belt and pulled it from the loops. The relief he felt when Touichirou dropped
it to the side was short lived when he went for the button of his slacks right
after.
“Wait – Pops, hold on –” Shou said, backing up from his position on the ground.
His knees got a good two inches off the grass before his dad’s hand was back on
his head and suddenly he was frozen anyway because his father was dragging down
his zipper to reveal slate grey briefs, and then – and then – he reached inside
and pulled himself out and took a tight, bruising grip on the hair at the back
of his head.
“I suggest you stop running your mouth.” Touichirou said as he pulled him close
by his hair, and Shou could only suck in a breath in surprise as his father
began to piss on his face.
He had just enough time to squeeze his eyes shut before it hit him, just above
his brow, and it was hot against his skin and he gasped again, instinctively
trying to pull away from it but his dad’s hand was there, holding him tight and
square to his hips as he looked down at him with something tight in his
eyebrows as he watched his son splutter, his lashes damp and cheeks shining and
his lovely bright hair growing dark where it sprayed up and wet it.
Shou was suddenly sure he was dreaming, or that they were dead, or in an
alternate dimension, or that he was tripping, but the warm stream running down
his face and throat and wetting the front of his shirt felt very real when it
chilled in the afternoon air until his nipples were hard and visible through
his shirt.
“Fuck!” He said, jerking in his dad’s hand, pressing his thighs together as his
jeans grew damp and cold and something weird and hot swirled in his stomach.
His dad tugged a bit on the roots of his hair, and he arched his back.
“You want to have your mouth open anyway?” Touichirou asked him, and Shou felt
him drag his hand away from his hair slowly, pulling another shiver out of his
spine as he tucked his fingers around his jaw and forced his thumb into his
mouth to pull it open, and Shou obeyed. Touichirou shifted on his feet, and
Shou choked when it flooded his mouth and he opened his eyes to see his father
watching him struggle, fingers in fists, as it pooled over his tongue and
dripped out over his lips.
It smelled bitter and tasted worse, but something hot and fuzzy was sitting in
Shou’s throat and he blinked slowly, his skin hot all over and his thoughts
sticky as he leaned into his father’s palm.
Touichirou stopped, and shook himself, and Shou suddenly realized they were
both half hard and that he was on his way to full mast when his father dragged
his thumb over his tongue as he tried to spit the rest of it out. Urine and
saliva dripped down his chin, but Shou was drowning still as he swayed weakly
with a weird heat in his gut.
“You really do talk too much.” Touichirou said, pushing his chin up so Shou had
to bare his throat. His lap was cold, and he took his hands to press into his
thighs for heat and the shame at what he felt there burned in his face. His
father dragged his thumb out over his teeth, and wiped his spit against his
bottom lip.
“That isn’t mom’s fault.” Shou bit, flashing his eyes up at his father, whose
eyes widened again. His jaw clenched for a second before relaxing, and he
licked his lips briefly before two of his fingers came up his jaw to press
against his lips.
“Shut up.” He commanded, and when Shou opened his mouth to counter, he forced
them inside.
Shock held Shou’s mouth open more than anything else – his dad’s skin was salty
and his mouth flooded with saliva as his finger dragged lazily against his
tongue. He could still taste his urine and a soft groan left his lips when his
dad pressed his fingers side to side, feeling the heat and the wet and the way
Shou drooled against them like he wanted more – until his father moved from
bumping against his back teeth, feeling the sharp edges of his molars, to
pressing back into his throat. Shou bit down in surprise as he gagged.
Touichirou cursed and pulled his hand away – no blood, but there was an energy
in his body that Shou couldn’t place, until he buried his hand back into his
hair and pulled him forward. Surprised, Shou fell forward and caught himself
against his father’s legs, face bright red as his dad held his head still by
two hands, his cock heavy and hard against his cheek.
“Are you going to do as you’re told?” Touichirou asked him, taking one hand
from the boy’s hair to grip himself at the base. Shou squeezed his fingers into
his dad’s slacks.
Shou couldn’t say anything as his eyes drooped just a bit and his tongue felt
wet and heavy in his mouth. It was embarrassing feeling his eyes slide shut as
he smelled him, and his musk and his sweat and his soap and his head was
spinning as he clenched his fingers in his pants tight enough to wrinkle them.
It was much larger than his own. He bit his lip as he squeezed his thighs
tighter.
“Open.” Touichirou commanded, pulling him back by his hair with just the right
amount of pressure to make his back arch, and Shou did, wet eyelashes
fluttering open to look up at his dad as he let his mouth fall open. When the
flushed tip of his cock slid against his tongue Shou let out a breath and
closed his eyes as his father pushed himself further in.
It was thick – Shou’s lips were stretched wide around him, his mouth open as
far as he could get it – but that wasn’t the problem. When he pressed past his
tongue the boy panicked, tried to pull away, and pushed at his father’s thighs
as he looked up at him with wide, red eyes.
Touichirou clicked his tongue and looked up above his head for a second, and
the shame flared in Shou’s cheeks as he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to
loosen the panic in his throat. It was hard work but he pushed forward, opening
wide to take more of his father in until his nose bumped against his dad’s
large, warm hand at the base of his cock.
Touichirou smoothed a hand in his hair and Shou felt his shoulders melt – but
he couldn’t hold it for long. He backed up off his cock with a cough, tears in
his eyes and throat burning as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
Wet.
“Again.” Touichirou said, something breathy in his voice, and Shou didn’t
hesitate to put his lips back on him. He moved his hands to clutch at his dad’s
hips and worked furiously to fit as much of him into his mouth as he could, up
on his knees now as he struggled to keep his mouth wide. Spit dribbled out the
corner of his lips and down his chin. He groaned around him and squeezed his
thighs together, feeling the wet denim pulling against his own erection.
Above him, Touichirou let go of his cock to bring both hands to his son’s hair.
He tugged, and pulled, and rocked him back and forth, fine red hair soft in his
hands, soft like the kid’s eyes that blinked up at him hazily, teary at the
corners, lashes still damp. He gave it rhythm, his breath huffing out of his
chest whenever he felt the tip of his cock bump against the boy’s throat. He
was good at keeping his lips tight around him – a fast learner. Good.
He stilled his hands, and tapped his index finger at the back of the kid’s
skull twice. Shou got the message.
His hand was smaller than his father’s, wet in his palm, but reverent around
the cock between his lips. He could touch his mouth to it easily now and he
grunted, jaw sore, when he took up the motion and worked himself on his dad’s
cock kneeling in the mud that chilled his knees. The rest of his body was on
fire.
Drooling on his dad, Shou looked up at him for a second with just the tip in
his mouth before letting go of his hip and sliding his free hand down his chest
to grind the heel of his hand against his dick. He choked, taken by the
pleasure, and squeezed the base of his dad’s cock as the man flexed his fingers
in his hair.
“Glad you can be quiet when properly motivated.” Touichirou said, his voice low
in his throat, raspy, deep. Then, cruelly, something sadistic in his lips, “I
always knew you were a queer.”
Shou’s stomach twisted as he looked up at his dad, but he wasn’t prepared for
the snap of his hips that pushed his cock down his throat. His eyes blew wide
open and he scrambled to hold onto his dad’s hips as he rocked out, just long
enough to let him steal a breath, before pressing back in, back back back,
until his cock was deep in his throat and Shou gagged, forcing him out as his
stomach lurched and bubbled up hot into his throat, and he was so full but he
couldn’t breathe and his father’s hips were tight against his face and his cock
was thick, big, stuffing him, filling him, twitching and there was no air as he
pushed and swallowed and his stomach heaved once again.
His dad was leaking on his tongue and the taste of his precum sent sparks down
his spine, but the second he pulled out Shou pitched forward on his hands and
puked, his eyes blurry and his chest heaving between retches. It splattered
against his father’s shoes and across his hands, hot and thick and yellow and
it felt sogood and Shou was gone before his stomach was empty, his cock
twitching in his jeans as he released inside his pants. He spat up bile, and
his throat burned as he gasped and shivered and dry heaved once, twice, before
he sagged against his dad’s leg and felt all his energy drain from his body,
utterly spent.
He felt Touichirou push him back up onto his knees more than he experienced it.
Colors swam in front of his eyes – the green of the trees, the brown of the
bark, the grey of his father’s suit and the pink of his cock.
“Did you enjoy yourself, Shou?” He asked, holding the boy’s head still with one
hand. His cock bounced against his lips and dabbed precum against his skin,
smacking into his cheek and smearing him with saliva as the boy dragged air
into his lungs and felt his jaw ache as he licked his lips and swallowed.
“Answer me.”
“… Yes.” Shou said, voice horse and quiet, feeling pleasure crackle on his
skin.
He heard his dad’s hand on his cock after his eyes slid shut and he groaned
gently, lolling his head to the side. It didn’t take long for Touichirou to
spill himself on his already filthy face, and Shou whimpered as it hit him in
ropes, in thick white lines from his jaw, across his nose, against his eyes,
onto his lips. It dripped down his cheeks and onto his jacket, his soaked,
filthy shirt, stained with bile and urine and sweat and some tears. Shou licked
his lips and tasted his dad with a moan, and passed out with the knowledge that
it was the best thing he’d tasted all day.
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