Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/7417327. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: アイ_チュウ_|_Ai_Chuu_(Video_Game) Relationship: Eva_Armstrong/Yamanobe_Mio Character: Eva_Armstrong, Yamanobe_Mio Additional Tags: Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Breathplay, Light_Bondage Stats: Published: 2016-07-07 Words: 2353 ****** Fire of Devotion ****** by nectarimperial Summary “A good master can’t have a moment of vulnerability?” Sometimes Mio takes matters into his own hands. Notes i'm in evamio hell, don't save me. i guess this is happy birthday to mio, sorry mom. See the end of the work for more notes “It’s okay, right?” Mio asks, sitting back on his calves, trailing the tips of his fingers along the curve of Eva’s figure. “I mean, you want this, too?” His breath hitches in his throat as he pulls his hand away, bringing it to his chest, lashes fluttering against his bright gold eyes. “I’m not making assumptions, am I?” He’s straddling Eva’s thigh, unbuttoning the top of his own dress shirt and pushing it down the curve of his shoulders, exposing the outline of his collarbones and throat. “Am I?” he asks again, leaning over to whisper the question in Eva’s ear. He feels Eva’s body shudder beneath his words, thigh pressing up between Mio’s legs. “No,” Eva finally manages to choke out, blue eyes half-lidded and fixated on Mio above him. “You’re right,” he breathes against Mio’s cheek, “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.” Mio's face lights into a wicked grin, and he tightens his hold on Eva’s wrists bound above his head, grinding himself down against Eva’s leg. “Is that so?” he drags his teeth down the curve of Eva’s neck. “If that’s the case, I should really leave my master a present~♪” Mio nips at the space above Eva’s collarbone and smiles against the skin there. “A gift for my beautiful master, who’s cared for me all these years.” Eva doesn’t have time to respond before Mio’s already digging his teeth deep into his flesh, wrapping his hands tighter around Eva’s wrists, biting and sucking at the skin of his neck with abandon. His thighs are tight around Eva, pressing his hardness into Eva’s leg while his teeth tear at his skin with a vigor that is sure to leave a deep, purplish bruise in its wake, where similar marks had faded. Mio’s possessive streak was almost charming were it not for its lasting evidence, but bite marks and bruises were easily covered up with high collars and cravats. Pushing his hips up against Mio, Eva strains against the bonds keeping him attached to the headboard, “You are… certainly holding back today, aren’t you?” Eva asks, pressing his body against Mio. “Taking our time for a change?” Eva’s words make Mio stop, and he pulls back, wiping his lips with the back of his hand, and sits back against Eva’s leg. “Is that a complaint I hear?” he hums, running his hands up Eva’s chest. "Is my master complaining? I can’t believe it,” he continues, wrapping his hands around Eva’s throat, pressing his long nails into the soft flesh of his neck. “Perhaps,” Eva sighs out, breath hitching in his throat as Mio’s fingers close around his neck. It’s harder to breathe, and the sensation thrills him, fills him with adrenaline. “Is this,” Mio starts, leaning over Eva’s figure, kissing the side of his face, listening to his gasps for air. “Is this lack of restraint really befitting of my dignified master?” he whispers in Eva’s ear, grinding himself into Eva’s thigh. Eva’s hard enough as it is, and he doesn’t need any more help from Mio, but he doesn’t really mind either, savoring the sight above him. Mio’s lips are parted, his teeth chewing his lower lip, tongue darting out every so often to swipe at the corner of his mouth, hands firmly around Eva’s throat. Sometimes he presses his fingers deep into Eva’s larynx and it’s difficult to breathe, but he doesn’t mind. He trusts Mio with all of his heart. “A good master can’t have a moment of vulnerability?” Eva breathes, his wrists pulling against the restraints at the headboard of the bed. Mio giggles, one hand covering his mouth as the other slips from its grasp against Eva’s throat, trailing against the muscles of his chest, wrapping around the curve of his waist. “I suppose so,” he finally replies, moving his body from Eva’s thigh, stretching along the entire length of his form. “I’d expect you to have a little more humility, but instead,” Mio pauses, smiling up at him with that gleam in his eye that said he wanted to swallow him whole, “You seem pretty eager, hm?” He accentuates the question by grinding his hips into Eva’s, smirking when it gets the desired response. Eva laughs, “I’m bound, at your mercy, and here you are writhing about on top of me; I don’t know what else you might have expected.” Flicking his dark hair from his eyes, he chuckles, pressing his hips upward into Mio’s own, slotted against his body. “If I were not restrained so, I’d show you how beautiful you look on top of me, but I expect that my words will have to suffice for the time being.” “You’re so,” Mio starts and stops, unsure of how to finish his sentence, so he does the next best thing and untangles his body from Eva’s, sitting back on his knees, tugging and pulling at the buttons of Eva pants, cheeks flushing with his own desire. Eva’s shirt had become unbuttoned somewhere in the melee between the bedroom door and the bed itself, and it bunched around his chest now, the fine material becoming more wrinkled by the second. If he weren’t tied up and half bare, he might’ve complained any other day, but being so occupied, he lets the indecency go for the time being. Chewing the corner of his lip, he laughs up at Mio, who appears lost in the moment. “Do you plan to wait there for much longer?” “I,” Mio pauses, and his fingers wrap in the material of Eva’s pants, dragging them down the curve of his thighs. “I, yeah. Sometimes I forget.” “Forget what?” Eva questions, his wrists straining against the against the bonds keeping him secure to the bed. He can practically feel them growing red and raw with his constant movement. Mio tilts his head to the side, his grey hair fluttering around his naked collarbones. “Just how beautiful my master is,” he says at last, eyes half- lidded as he climbs back up the length of Eva’s legs, running his tongue along the underside of Eva’s hardened cock, slick with pre-cum. Mio isn’t sure if he’ll ever stop loving the way Eva tastes, every time as good as the first. He’s accustomed to Eva’s length, and knows how to slide it to the back of his throat, his reflexes perfectly in check. He might’ve coughed the first few times they had attempted this (to his own embarrassment), but by now he was familiar with the size, and took him easily. “Ah – f-fuck – I,” Eva starts, and Mio can feel him tugging against his restraints. It never ceased to make him giddy to hear Eva, his dignified Eva, resort to average vulgarities, crude language spilling from such delicate lips. “I wish my hands were free,” Eva finally finishes, his hips bucking into Mio’s mouth, cock hitting against the back of his throat, but Mio’s used to it, knows how impatient Eva gets when he takes his time teasing like this, so he only hums, enjoying the way the vibrations make Eva shudder underneath him. Wrapping his hand around the base of Eva’s cock, Mio pulls his mouth back and swirls his tongue around the head, lapping at the pre-cum collecting in the slit of his length. “And tell me, what would you do if they were?” Mio says, fingers running up and down as he teases the tip of his shaft. Eva doesn’t reply and arches his back, trying desperately to do anything to get more of the feeling, but Mio only smiles and pulls back, keeping his tongue around the head while his hands work the rest of the length. “Such a dignified answer from my master, after all,” Mio teases, pulling his mouth away from Eva’s cock, hard and glistening with saliva mixed with pre-cum, and Mio laughs. “You certainly have a way with words today, don’t you?” he asks, reaching across Eva’s body to the bedside table, grabbing a small bottle and flicking it open. “I guess since you’re ready, it’s the least your cute little servant can do~♪” Mio practically sings, slicking his own fingers and sitting back against Eva’s knees, letting him watch the way he slides his fingers inside of himself. “C’mon,” Mio says, grey hair falling in his golden eyes, sliding another finger inside of himself, “tell me what you want me to do. You’re bound, not gagged,” he says breathlessly, fitting a third finger along with the others. Mio’s sitting back against Eva’s legs, his knees still pressed together, with one foot on either side of his body. Eva watches him intently for a few minutes, wetting and biting the corner of his lower lip, trying to preserve the image in his memory. Mio looks nothing less than exquisite like this, soft hair sticking to his neck and collarbones, chest slicked with sweat as he prepares himself to the best of his abilities, dark lashes fluttered closed. “I could watch this forever,” Eva finally remarks, and Mio cracks one of his pretty golden eyes, pulling his hand from between his legs. As if in reply, he sits up on his knees, body hovering over Eva’s erection. Reaching between his legs, he runs his slick fingers along Eva’s length, and slowly lowers himself onto it, rolling his hips once he’s settled on top of him, laughing when he hears Eva moan beneath him. “You’re gorgeous, you know,” Mio remarks, and rocks his hips back and forth, one hand coming up to grip Eva’s neck again, the other firmly planted against his shoulder. It’s enough leverage for him to move his body up and down, letting Eva slide in and out of himself. "My lovely master." “So you’ve said,” Eva laughs, and tries to kiss the wrist that’s closing itself on his airway, but only manages to run his tongue up the length of Mio’s arm. “You're beautiful, too. Sometimes I feel I can never say it enough.” “Tell me,” Mio sighs, fingernails digging into the flesh of Eva’s neck as he moves, growing accustomed to the sensation. “Tell me right now, let me here you say it. Let me hear my master say I’m beautiful.” Eva tries to laugh, but his breath hitches in his throat and gets stuck, enchanted by the way Mio moves on top of him, watching his own cock slide in and out of Mio’s body while Mio uses him as leverage. “You’re gorgeous,” Eva finally manages to say, bucking his hips to get deeper into Mio. “I can’t believe, that,” he stops to catch his breath, “that someone so beautiful even thinks of me.“ “Hilarious,” Mio says breathlessly, riding Eva’s cock, fingers constricting against Eva’s throat. “You know,” he starts to say, cutting himself off with a low groan. “You know exactly how wonderful you are,” Mio manages to choke out before he’s not able to stay upright any longer, fingers slipping from Eva’s neck as he falls against his chest, resting against his forearms. “I certainly do,” he finishes, hips still pressing up and down against Eva’s length. Eva only kisses Mio’s cheek, his grey hair slick with sweat, sticking against his temple, and moves to captures his lips. “I know, I know,” he repeats against his lips as he rolls his hips upward, trying to do anything to get himself deeper, restrictions limiting his movements. “Say my name,” he breathes into Mio’s ear, and Mio presses his cheek slick with perspiration against Eva' own. “Eva, please, I need to feel you inside of me,” he cries, body completely collapsed against Eva’s beneath him. “Say it again,” Eva replies, and he almost wants to laugh, Mio helpless on top of him, fingers laced in the bonds he’d tied around Eva’s wrists. Because at the end of the day, as much of a show of control Mio likes to put on in initiating their encounters, he always ends up like this: desperate, erratic, and pleading for more. “Say it for your master,” he breathes in Mio’s ear, and Mio wraps his arms around Eva’s neck, his own cock pressed against Eva’s stomach, the friction between their two bodies enough to make him cum. “Eva,” he moans at last, spilling onto Eva’s stomach, and Eva presses his lips to Mio’s sweaty cheek, still thrusting into his collapsed figure. He’s close, but he wants nothing more than to hear Mio say his name just one more time. “Again,” he commands, twisting his wrists against the bonds keeping him firmly in place. Mio’s completely collapsed against him, and the only thing he think of is the low sound of Eva’s voice in his ears. “Eva,” he says again into the shell of his ear, voice only growing louder with how hard Eva’s fucking him, using him, filling him up with everything he has to give, exactly like he’d wanted in the first place. “Eva, please,” he says, words and thoughts disjointed, “inside of me,” he barely manages to finish, and Eva gives one final thrust inside of him, lowering his hips back onto the bed. Neither of them move immediately. Mio can hear his heart pounding in his ears and Eva’s heart beating rapidly against his own. They’re both out of breath, gasping against one another, trying to regain a shred of composure. Finally, Mio pulls himself up onto his forearms and rolls over onto the comforter. “I guess you want me to untie you, hm?” “Please,” Eva replies, shaking his wrists against the restraints in the most dramatic way possible, rattling them against the headboard. Mio chuckles, biting his lower lip and rolling over, reaching across Eva’s body to release him. Once he finishes untying the knots on the restraints, he stays there, pressing his cheek into Eva’s chest. “I know you’re dirty and I wrinkled an expensive shirt, but just,” Mio stops and presses his face deeper into Eva’s body, “just stay here with me awhile.” Eva only laughs and wraps his arms around Mio’s slender figure, chin resting on the top of his head, “Always, I promise.” Mio smiles, and curls into him a little tighter. End Notes thanks for reading! Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!