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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      ヤリチン☆ビッチ部_|_Yarichin_Bitch_Club
  Relationship:
      Tamura/Ayato_Yuri
  Character:
      Ayato_Yuri, Tamura_(Yarichin_Bitch_Club)
  Additional Tags:
      oh_boy_lets_see, Multiple_Orgasms, Edging, Orgasm_Delay/Denial, Blow
      Jobs, Masturbation, Sex_Toys, Cock_Rings, Vibrators, Overstimulation, uh
      i_think_thats_all_for_the_sex_stuff, BUT!!!, Autism_Spectrum, yuri_is
      autistic_n_tamura_is_v_understanding, yuri_also_has_a_speech_impairment,
      uh_theres_mentions_of_ableism_also, the_r_word_is_used_twice_but_its
      basically_just_2_say_tht_using_it_is_bad, yuri_is_obsessed_w_being_a_good
      boy, yea_btw_ill_tell_u_rn_that_im_autistic_so_ik_what_im_doing
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-02-17 Words: 2755
****** Fucking Around ******
by SoftSinner
Summary
     Yuri wasn't the brightest or the best at comprehension or easiest to
     deal with—but whatever he couldn't do, he tried his damnedest to make
     up for in sexual ability. He wasn't great at dirty talk, his
     sentences sometimes clipped and awkward and not the best planned out,
     and his speech impairment did nothing to help his cause.
     But he was still really fucking good at doing just that—fucking. He
     could take it and he could give it equally as well, but he slightly
     preferred taking.
Notes
     ok so like. wheres the smut w/ autistic characyers. autistic ppl can
     have juuuust as much sex as someone who isnt autistic?? but like ok.
     this is educational even while it is smut. u might learn some stuff
     abt how some autistic ppl function
     idk its quality content i think. its p good
Yuri wasn't the brightest or the best at comprehension or easiest to deal
with—but whatever he couldn't do, he tried his damnedest to make up for in
sexual ability. He wasn't great at dirty talk, his sentences sometimes clipped
and awkward and not the best planned out, and his speech impairment did nothing
to help his cause.
But he was still really fucking good at doing just that—fucking. He could take
it and he could give it equally as well, but he slightly preferred taking.
Another fun perk: He never tired out. No matter how much he came, no matter how
long he went at it, he was never tired. No one ever seemed to complain about
that.
Especially not Tamura.
Even while he called him “Dipshit Yuri,” even while he seemed to enjoy picking
on and bullying him, he always liked to play with him. Yuri didn't mind people
being mean to him—he was a bit different in the head, so he always expected
people to treat him differently, too. It wasn't right, no, but he was used to
it and it was pretty easy to brush off.
His shins were pressed against the front legs of the desk he was sitting on,
ankles twisted just a bit so that the sides of his feet were on the other side
of the desk legs. His fingers were curled around the edge of the tabletop, and
he grinned as he rocked back and forth. They were cutting class to hang out in
the club room and fuck around a bit—a risky move, but that just added to the
fun of it.
“What'd you get?” It was slurred just a bit, lisp not quite apparent, but the
trouble with speech causing an strange sort of lilt and a vaguely odd sound to
his words. It was the type of speech people almost questioned, pulling back
right before they did because they thought it might be rude to bring it up;
Tamura did at one point, only to have Yuri laugh until the real question was
Can't you just shut the fuck up? and not Why do you talk so weird? (Truthfully,
there was no answer to that; it was what it was, and he'd never had interest in
any kind of speech therapy.)
In Tamura's hands was a box in pink wrapping paper and a gold stick-on bow that
had been lazily slapped on the top. He thrust it against Yuri's chest, and the
boy in the sunglasses brought his hands up to grab it.
The paper had a nice texture, perfectly smooth and almost feeling as if it had
a thin layer of lamination. He ran his fingertips across it, then started to
use his fingernails, but lightly enough to where it couldn't be described as
scratching. It wasn't until he was told to fucking open it, Dipshit Yuri that
he actually did. He didn't realize he'd lost focus on everything else but the
wrapping, and once he was reminded that he needed to refocus himself, he
started pulling where paper met paper, throwing everything aside.
It was a black container with a transparent lid, displaying the contents even
before he opened the lid. With a squeal of delight, Yuri's hands jerked up as
they began to flap very quickly, and Tamura had to catch the box when it
started sliding off of Yuri's lap.
“Come on,” the slightly shorter boy prompted.
“Good!” exclaimed the other, hands flailing as he quickly rocked back and
forth. “Good gift!”
Tamura didn't sound too impatient when he said, a bit sternly, “Oi, Dipshit
Yuri. You can't use these things if you're busy moving around like that.”
Like that.
Not like an idiot.
Not like a retard.
Just like that.
Because his body-focused repetitive behaviors, just like the rest of his stims,
weren't stupid. Tamura might have thought him an idiot, but it wasn't because
of that, and retard was taking it about five miles too far.
There was a weird buzzing feeling in his hands when he took the box back, both
from the fact that he'd just been flapping his hands and because he felt like
continuing to flap them. But it was more important to focus on what he'd just
gotten—a pastel pink vibrator that looked about ten or eleven inches and had a
suction cup at the base, a pink crystal glass dildo with more appeal in girth
instead of length, a cock ring that looked like it also doubled as a vibrator,
and a bottle of lubricant.
“You told me about special interests,” Tamura muttered, sounding almost
reluctant to admit that he actually listened when Yuri talked about things.
“Sex is one of 'em.”
Yuri's mouth opened to form an O, and he started nodding enthusiastically
without using his words. He opened the top of the box and let it drop to the
floor.
Tamura took the box and set it on another surface so he could take out the
glass dildo. “Let's start with this. Get yourself off once, and then I'll
really start using you.”
Without hesitation, the pink-haired boy pushed his pants down, snatched the toy
up, and reached over to grab the bottle of lube—water-based, the only kind he
could handle the feeling of. He didn't use a generous amount, but he used
enough to make the glass slick before he held it out. “You do it.”
Gritting his teeth, the dark-haired boy shook his head. “I told you to do it,
didn't I?”
With a noise of frustration, he kicked his heels hard against the legs of the
desk. But he knew better than to keep pressing, even if he did want to, because
he was well aware that Tamura wasn't going to cave.
Yuri pushed himself back a bit and brought his feet up to rest on the edge of
the desk. He wasn't slow with his motion of pushing the toy into himself. He
didn't need any sort of preparation beforehand, easily taking the whole thing.
He whined against the sensation of it, loving the feeling of being full.
The elbow that was using to keep himself propped up already hurt, but a little
bit of pain wasn't something he'd complain about. He didn't have time to focus
on that as he pulled the dildo out just to slam it back into himself, head
falling back as he moaned. It felt so good, hitting right where he wanted it
to.
“Feels good—haaah, it feels so fucking good,” he managed to get out.
The arm keeping him up was starting to feel a bit shaky. He was focused on
getting off, focused more on feeling good than he was on keeping himself from
slipping and falling.
“Dipshit Yuri.” Tamura grabbed his wrist and pulled him off the desk. “You're
gonna fall, and that's gonna hurt.”
“Keep going! Let me keep going!”
Rolling his eyes Tamura forced Yuri to turn around and bent him over the desk.
He pushed the toy inside the pink-haired boy, making him let out a sound of
pleasure. He bucked his hips back to try to get more, needing more.
It almost hurt when it slid out just to be rammed back it, making Yuri's head
fall forward. He tried to make sure he could handle keeping himself up with
only one of his forearms braced against desk before he decided that it didn't
actually matter and that he really didn't mind it if he fell against the wood
surface.
He brought one of his hands down to his cock to start pumping it. His sweater
rubbed against him a little and he almost pulled the sleeve up, but he decided
he really didn't mind. He wanted to cum, hips starting to buck uncontrollably,
both fucking into his own fist and pushing back against the toy that was
repeatedly thrust into him.
“ 'M not—” He cut himself off with a needy moan, his had speeding up and his
knees buckling. “Can't last—” He almost collapsed when he finished, spilling
cum on the floor and over his knuckles.
Tamura pulled the dildo out and set it beside the box that the other things
came in. The next item to be pulled out was the vibrator. He suctioned it to
the floor and made sure it wasn't going to lose grip on the tile. He didn't
give the other a chance to recover before he pulled him forward.
There wasn't a single beat of hesitation when Yuri dropped to his knees and
took the entire toy, right down to the base.
“Turn it on,” he prompted, bracing his palms against the floor.
He cried out when it was turned on, loud enough to where anyone in the
neighboring rooms could probably hear. He was never the type to be able to stay
quiet, probably both because he lacked restraint and because he never cared to
keep his voice down.
Yuri raised his hips to slam them back down, letting out pleasured noises as he
fucked himself on the vibrator. After a few times, he decided to stop, allowing
the entire thing to buzz inside of him as he wrapped his fingers around his
length and started pumping himself until he was fully hard again. He didn't
need any kind of lubricant to get himself off that way, finding that it didn't
actually hurt without it.
His thumb went to rub the head of his cock, making him jerk forward with a
whine. He barely caught his sunglasses before they slipped off; one hand kept
them from falling while the other smeared pre-cum around the head of his dick.
It wasn't long before he was trembling again, ready to hit another climax, but
Tamura quickly shut the vibrator off and ordered Yuri to stop touching himself.
He let out a choked sob, but did as he was told.
He was a good boy, after all. And, fuck, he loved being told that he was; he
just hoped Tamura would verbally acknowledge it soon. Sometimes he did and
sometimes he didn't, but when he did, Yuri started shaking from how hard he had
to try to keep from getting very bouncy.
Once he'd cooled off a bit, the toy started buzzing again, making his back
arch. It felt so good, and he was pushed towards the edge once more only to
have it turn off again.
“Please, please,” he whined. “Please, I want—I need—fuck, it feels so good...”
The next time it began vibrating, he was allowed to cum, making another small
mess on the floor.
“Up on your knees, Dipshit Yuri,” Tamura ordered, and the pink-haired boy was
quick to comply. He pulled his cock from his pants, fully hard and beginning to
leak pre-cum. “Suck me off.”
Yuri didn't miss a single beat, taking the other boy's cock into his mouth, all
the way to the back of his throat.
“How fucking cute,” Tamura growled and he gripped a fistful of Yuri's hair.
“You think I'm gonna be gentle, don't you?” There was a harsh, breathless laugh
before he had Tamura's cock shoved entirely into his mouth.
Yuri's eyes widened behind his dark lenses and he let out a muffled noise of
surprise. He knew he should have expected rough handling and he adjusted rather
easily. He loved being used, and hardly ever was one for being treated with
care. He liked getting fucked up, and the dark-haired boy was good at that.
He pulled Yuri's head back before forcing him back down on his cock. His throat
hurt after the first few times, but he could handle it—he could handle anything
that could be dished out for him. He brought his hands up to Tamura's hips in
order to keep himself steady. He was good; he had to do everything right.
“Fuck you,” Tamura muttered, pushing Yuri away. “Watch those teeth.”
“I can be good,” Yuri murmured. “I'm good.”
“What? You want me to call you a good boy? Then try acting like one.”
The boy who was down on his knees opened his mouth a little, but all he really
did was drool a little. He sat in stunned silence for just a few moments before
speaking again. “Lemme try one more time.”
“Why should I?”
“Because—'cause—'cause...” He was trying his hardest to speak, to give a
reason, but he couldn't manage anything aside from the same syllable over and
over. He wanted to talk normally, just for once, just enough to prove that he
deserved to be allowed to keep going.
Tamura got irritated by most things Yuri's did, but his trouble with words
wasn't one of those things. Instead of trying to prod him to say something else
or calling him stupid, he shoved his cock back into Yuri's mouth. The sudden
action caused the pink-haired boy to choke a little, but he followed the
directions he was given and was very careful with his teeth.
He took all of it, keeping himself from gagging as he had his throat fucked. It
hurt and a few times he felt he needed to cough or clear his throat, but he
didn't put a stop to what was happening. He was useful and it felt good and
that's all that mattered.
His cock was twitching a few minutes in, but his hands didn't move from
Tamura's hips. He couldn't risk losing his balance, not when he was doing so
well. He needed to touch himself so badly, needed to get himself off, but that
wasn't the focus.
Yuri's grip of the other tightened as he felt himself getting closer and closer
to the edge, his body getting shaky with need and he moaned around the shaft in
his mouth.
“Amazing how you can cum just from being used.” Tamura's grip on the other
boy's hair tightened.
That's all it took for him to spill his next load, and Tamura pushed his head
back and made him look up.
“You're gonna have to take it up the ass now.” He pulled Yuri up onto his feet
and shoved him towards to desk. “I'm gonna fuck you and you're not allowed to
cum 'til I do.”
Yuri grinned and nodded, leaning over the desk and keeping himself up with his
elbows. He wasn't sure if he was better at having his mouth fucked or his ass
fucked, but neither one was something he would complain about.
Tamura set the cock ring on the table, right in front of Yuri. “When you're
hard again, put that on.”
He lubed himself up, not using very much because it was very clear that Yuri
could handle taking him with or without any sort of lubricant. Without any
warning, he rammed into the boy bent over the desk.
Yuri wailed, forehead falling hard against the desk. He was starting to drool
again, whimpering against the pain of extreme overstimulation. He balled his
hands into tight fists, digging his fingernails into his palms as he let out a
soft sob.
“Dipshit,” Tamura snapped, “is it too much?”
Yuri shook his head, pushing back against the other boy. “Mmm.”
“Can you talk?”
He shook his head again, but pushed back more insistently.
“Do we keep going?”
“Mhm.”
There wasn't any more waiting before Tamura was ramming into him, and all Yuri
could do was keep his head down and whine. It hurt so bad, but he couldn't even
begin to deny that it felt too good to want it to stop. He couldn't keep from
sobbing, tears stinging his eyes and he shut them tight. Even still, he was
hard again after not too long (it could almost be considered a talent,
actually), and he slipped the vibrating cock ring around his shaft and turned
it on.
He felt like screaming—he couldn't even tell if it hurt or if it felt good
anymore; all he knew was that he wanted more, more, more.
Yuri couldn't tell how long it took, but he was crying by the time he could
feel Tamura filling him up with cum. When he pulled out, he grabbed the ring
from around Yuri's cock. He fell to his knees as he came, his body trembling
violently.
Tamura crouched down, running his fingers through Yuri's hair to help fix it.
“You know what? You're a good boy.”
Yuri still wasn't able to use his words, but he hoped the way he beamed at
Tamura said enough.
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