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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:
      Hanazawa_Teruki/Shimazaki_Ryou
  Character:
      Hanazawa_Teruki, Shimazaki_Ryou
  Additional Tags:
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, handjobs, Oral_Sex, vision_deprivation,
      Full_con_to_noncon
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-09-28 Words: 4025
****** Vanishing ******
by camakitsune
Summary
     Teruki calls up Shimazaki for some trouble while out on a bike tour
     with his school club. He gets a little too cocky.
Notes
     Just something that grew out of that one bio page for Teruki where
     it's mentioned that he recently got into bike touring. Hope you
     enjoy.
In speech, Teruki drove claims about his commonness into the ground. In action,
it was nigh impossible for the boy to refrain from excelling at anything he
tried. He had joined the club with the feeling that he should join something at
school and with the vague desire to see more places. In the end, a physical
club like cycling sounded fun, so he phoned his parents for some extra money to
buy a bike and pay the club fee.
Naturally, the club captain had a firm stance against letting new members join
the long weekend tours – for their own safety from injury and exhaustion on
rides that lasted hours, and at times even an overnight stay. And naturally,
Teruki kept up with the more experienced cyclists so impressively within the
first few weeks that the captain made an exception to allow him to join the
weekend tours. They typically began with an early meeting at 7 or 8 in the
morning on Saturday, spent some hours of biking to a nearby town or simply
across the countryside, and depending on the distance of the trip, either
returned to Spice City by sunset or stayed overnight.
Teruki had been cautioned that their approaching final camping trip of the
semester would be longer and more arduous than usual, with a Friday departure
to the campground, Saturday spent on the trails, and the return trip on Sunday.
He met the challenge eagerly making sure his name was third on the list after
only the captain and club historian themselves. When the day came, he found
himself tempted to call in some outside company to join him on the overnight
trip. While preparations to leave were underway, he excused himself for a short
phone call to his favorite and current person of “It’s Complicated” status.
Shimazaki wasn’t his boyfriend, for sure. They weren’t dating (at least, Teru
refused to call any of their meetings dates), and the suggestion of referring
to Shimazaki as a lover might actually make Teruki throw up if he were to hear
it out loud. The role Shimazaki played was somewhere between a toy and a tool,
someone both fun to engage and useful for proving that Teruki wasn’t afraid of
him.
The group of eight total students finally set out to their campground loaded up
with tents, clothes, cooking supplies, and other essentials for the trip. After
arriving and setting up their site, they continued to stay up well past sunset
to review the next day’s plan, cook dinner, and just socialize against the
backdrop of total darkness, choruses of frogs somewhere deeper into the park,
and the distinct smell of a forest in early fall. Teruki wondered about
Shimazaki’s ability to find him, but ultimately dismissed it with the
justification that the guy Claw hired to do the major kidnapping must be good
at finding people. He waited until the rest of the campsite was in the still
grasp of sleep before setting out for a hiking trail.
He made it without incident away from the campsites near the park entrance,
where lights aided along the way to the restrooms and information center. On
the trail, the darkness swallowed the woods effortlessly. Artificial park
lights were filtered to nothing by tree trunks and distance. Whatever stars
prevailed against the adjacent city’s light pollution were blocked by the
forest canopy. The world vanished beyond the disc of light his flashlight cast,
its only evidence of existence the resounding noise of frogs and cicadas and
crickets.
“Good evening, Teru,” came Shimazaki’s voice, jarring against the natural
sounds.
Teruki managed not to flinch and turned around, and there stood Shimazaki
smiling down at him. “You made it after all. Here I was thinking you got
yourself lost.”
“It was a bit of a pain to find the park, but I heard I could find the cutest
little star here tonight and had to make it.”
Teruki ignored the epithet. He closed his eyes as Shimazaki’s face and hand
approached him. There was a tug at the flashlight in his own hand, and he
easily yielded – his attention was much better occupied by the lips pressing
against his. Had he been paying attention, he would have heard a quiet click.
He did, however, hear a soft thud against the ground nearby.
Shimazaki uttered an “oops” somewhere between kisses. When Teruki opened his
eyes, the darkness was so complete that it made no difference whether he was
looking into the woods or at the backs of his eyelids.
“Hey, step back,” Shimazaki whispered, taking hold of Teruki’s upper arms and
shifting his weight to guide him backward. Teruki took small, timid steps back,
unaware of what Shimazaki was nudging him toward. His mind tried to adjust to
the darkness – it was too unlike simply closing his eyes, or covering them with
his hand, when he could rely on the knowledge that a quick motion would restore
his sight. Now it struggled on the lost dimension of sensory input.
There was a tree behind him.
“How well can you see now?” Shimazaki asked him.
“I can’t see a thing,” Teruki answered honestly.
“Nothing at all?” he pressed, stroking Teruki’s neck with his fingertips.
Teruki surrendered a small sound at the touch. “Nothing. Not even the moon
because of the trees over us.”
“So you get to be blind for the night. Aren’t you scared?”
The world grew to an incomprehensible size as Teruki continued to be deprived
of vision. He was well aware of how much he was depending on Shimazaki right
now, and as a result, how completely he was at the man’s mercy. His weight
receded to the tree behind him, and Shimazaki’s proximity refused to lessen,
arresting Teruki between the tree and himself. Teruki finally spoke up to ask,
“Is there anything to be afraid of out here?”
Shimazaki’s little amused scoff sounded above him. “You should always be aware
of the dangers around you in the woods at night.” He descended once more and
pressed his forehead to Teruki’s. The boy tilted his head to kiss Shimazaki,
but he dodged Teruki’s lips. “I’m afraid I can only keep you away from the
animals,” he continued before finally giving Teruki the kiss he was
anticipating.
Teruki tried to snake his tongue past Shimazaki’s lips, but the kiss was broken
in the middle of his attempt. He was certain that if he could see anything
right now, he’d be watching that dumb smug smile appear on Shimazaki’s face.
That was fine; if Shimazaki was set on teasing him, he could do it right back.
A hand lifted to Shimazaki’s chest, feeling around to gain its bearings, and
then proceeded upward to find and hook around his neck. He was hoping Shimazaki
was paying attention to the smirk he couldn’t hide as he answered, “I can
handle anything else I’d have to deal with out here.”
“You can ‘handle’ everything else,” Shimazaki repeated. Teruki tugged him with
the hand on his neck, and Shimazaki dipped down only for a brief kiss. “Last
time you didn’t want to just ‘handle’ me,” he reminded.
Teru felt a little knot knitting low in his belly at the reminder of their last
time fooling around. Shimazaki sighed slowly, and Teruki knew he could sense
the effect the reminder had on him. A hand moved from the tree to Teruki’s
torso, sliding over it before finding its way inside his baggy sleep shirt. His
neck became oversensitive under the attention Shimazaki’s lips and teeth began
to give it. A pushy knee nudged between his thighs. Shimazaki was burying him
in sensation as he kept the boy pressed against the tree. Teru was content to
squirm under the expert touch.
Shimazaki’s lips found Teruki’s once more. His hand was hanging on to Shimazaki
uselessly by this point with the touching and kissing he had to focus on
instead. A jolt shot through Teruki as he heard the soft crunch of something or
someone walking in the woods. Instinctively, he turned his head toward the
sound, only to be met with the same unvarying black everywhere. Shimazaki’s
hand was touching his chin, now pushing his head back up.
“Pay attention to me,” Shimazaki purred above him.
“You’d better not let us get caught,” Teruki hissed before his mouth was
occupied once again. Shimazaki’s thigh, already shoved intrusively into his
crotch, slid against him to the knee, and then plunged back down against the
forward press of Teruki’s hips. It repeated this motion, and Teruki quickly
picked up on the way to roll his hips to make the most of it.
“Humping my leg like a dog?” Shimazaki asked. “How cute.”
Teruki may not have been able to see anything, but at least Shimazaki would be
able to tell he was baring his teeth at him. “Shut up,” he snarled, brain
already too addled to attempt a clever comeback.
An owl hooted, much closer to Teruki’s head than he was prepared for, and his
head snapped to the side again. Shimazaki’s hand was ready to turn him upward
once more, much less gently than the first time.
“Turn away from me again and I’ll leave you here to find your way back in the
morning,” Shimazaki warned.
Teruki scowled into the darkness. “You wouldn’t dare,” he hissed back.
“You’ve gotten complacent if you believe that.” His leg moved in a circle
between Teruki’s legs, drawing a little moan from him. “Now be a good boy and
make it easy for me to touch you.”
Teruki would have liked to retort, but Shimazaki’s finger hooked on the inside
of his sweatpants and teased him with half-hearted tugs. This was the time to
be proud and defiant and show his fearlessness of Shimazaki. Instead, Teruki
nudged his feet apart to spread his legs further and press his hips forward for
Shimazaki’s improved access.
“So obedient tonight.” His hand abandoned the sweatpants to splay across
Teruki’s toned stomach.
“Just be quiet and touch me, hm?” Teruki whispered impatiently.
“Teru, Teru, Teru,” Shimazaki cooed. His hand glided up Teruki’s torso, pulling
the shirt up along the way to expose his skin to the cool night air. “You get
vicious when you’re worked up, don’t you?”
He scoffed and took hold of Shimazaki’s wrist. “Are you the one who’s scared
now?” he asked as he pushed the extremity back down, stopping low under his
navel.
“Of course not, it’s precious.” His hand finally slipped under the band of
Teruki’s pants, fast enough to force a shocked sound from him at the
suddenness. One of the boy’s hands flew to cover his mouth and hold in any
further compromising noises. “You’re like a declawed kitten,” Shimazaki
continued tauntingly.
Teruki was preoccupied by the delicious attention his cock was now getting,
captivated by the obscenity of the entire situation – him in this public park,
trapped between Shimazaki and a tree by his own lust, spreading his legs to
permit this man he barely knew and intermittently liked to shove his big hand
down his pants and fondle him. It was unfair how quickly Shimazaki had learned
to work his cock so well with just his hand. He closed his eyes purely out of
habit and moved both hands to hold the tree trunk behind him. He wasn’t
surrendering himself to Shimazaki, he told himself, he was simply capitalizing
on the man’s fascination with him, merely taking advantage of Shimazaki’s
experience and skill to make himself feel good.
And how. Again, Shimazaki’s presence weighed down on his senses as his
remaining hand found Teruki’s chest to lavish its attention there. He covered
Teruki’s neck and ear with kisses. His thigh was still lodged between Teruki’s,
making sure to impede any attempt to escape – as if that were anywhere on the
table for consideration. The boy’s mind was flitting from place to place on his
own body as Shimazaki’s touch demanded: his chest receiving a shameless grope,
then the head of his cock getting enveloped in the shifting motion of
Shimazaki’s palm, now his ear lobe getting pulled between Shimazaki’s teeth. He
was being draped in pleasure with no desire to escape the suffocating pressure
of Shimazaki’s touch.
Teruki called the man’s name. He answered a “hm?” against the side of Teruki’s
neck without bothering to move. “I want to come,” Teruki answered in a low
whisper.
“And what more am I supposed to do about that?” Shimazaki asked. He pinched
Teruki’s nipple between his index and middle fingers.
Teruki sighed. “Make yourself useful and figure something out,” he replied
cheekily.
Shimazaki’s chuckle so close to his ear sent his nerves simmering in his head.
His hand abandoned Teruki’s chest to join the other in his loose pants, forcing
out a gasp when it dove deeper between his legs, fingertips pressing up against
him. “You’re a little asshole, you know that?”
Another sound escaped Teruki when Shimazaki’s fingers found a spot to rub. His
mind automatically went hazy with the realization of what was being done to
him. Once more, he abandoned all attempts to argue with Shimazaki. His head
filled instead with thoughts of being subjected to a more direct stimulation,
of getting rubbed on the inside by a pair of dexterous, intruding fingers, and
when he dared imagine it, of letting Shimazaki reach that spot inside him with
his cock instead. The thought stuck, and with the present motions of
Shimazaki’s hands, it made him need so badly that his hips thrusted forward to
take more.
“Go ahead and let go, little star,” Shimazaki goaded; it was that last little
push Teruki needed to let everything but Shimazaki dissipate from his mind, to
let his body slacken with the force of release seizing every nerve in his body.
“That’s perfect,” he kept on, proximity alone allowing his words into penetrate
Teruki’s shuddering mind. The boy loosed a moan at the praise being fed
directly into his ear, now brazenly rutting at Shimazaki’s hand, greedily
taking all the pleasure he could grab from the moment.
Almost too soon, the spell began to fizzle away, leaving Teruki to reorient
himself in time and space with a heaving chest and fading fixation on
Shimazaki. The man let his breath settle back into a semblance of normality
before withdrawing his hands.
“Okay, my turn,” he chimed cheerfully, and then pecked a last kiss on Teruki’s
neck.
Teruki was still in a daze as Shimazaki’s body straightened. For a brief
moment, the contact between the two of them was fully severed, leaving Teruki
isolated in the void of night. Shimazaki’s hand took hold of his wrist and
guided it away from its place hanging at Teruki’s side. The contact restored
his consciousness of space, even if it only spanned as far forward as
Shimazaki’s body and as far back as the tree trunk behind him.
Suddenly, his hand was touching the solid form of Shimazaki’s erection through
the man’s pants. A slow gasp filled his lungs. His hand followed Shimazaki’s
lead without further prompting, sliding his palm with a gentle pressure along
his length. His wrist was released to allow him to move freely, and he supposed
it was only fair to reward a job well done.
“Teru,” Shimazaki’s voice came sighing above him. The sound flipped a switch,
and Teruki’s other hand joined in to locate Shimazaki’s belt buckle.
“I don’t mind you talking so much when you sound needy like that,” Teruki
teased as he fumbled Shimazaki’s belt loose. He managed to open Shimazaki’s
pants to push them just enough out of the way to pull his cock to his full
access. Another sigh escaped Shimazaki as he closed a hand around it,
reacquainting himself with its size and weight with slow strokes.
“Say my name again,” he cooed, ego prematurely inflating in anticipation of
Shimazaki’s response.
Instead, a hand was suddenly tilting his head, and Shimazaki’s mouth was on
his. The man’s tongue sunk into him brazenly this time to fill whatever volume
it could, giving long, slow strokes to Teruki’s own tongue. His hand descended
past Teruki’s neck and came to perch on his shoulder. He pulled away, and
Teruki licked his lips after him.
“Make me,” Shimazaki swatted back, pushing down gently on the shoulder.
Teruki smiled. He kneeled carefully to announce his acceptance of the
challenge. His mouth found the head of Shimazaki’s cock with the help of his
hand, and he heard a sharp breath when he took it in. Too soon for Shimazaki to
settle into the feel, he withdrew. He repeated this motion, teasing Shimazaki a
little further into his mouth each time he came close again.
“Teru,” Shimazaki whispered again, inciting Teruki’s desire to keep pulling his
name from Shimazaki’s mouth.
Teruki took him deeper, holding him there, experimenting the way to use his
tongue to stroke the cock filling his mouth. A slow hiss sounded from
Shimazaki, and the fingers of both hands slid through his short hair.
“Be still for a second,” Shimazaki instructed, hands tightening just enough to
grip Teruki’s head. Complacent and aroused, Teruki held still as directed to
allow Shimazaki to draw back and forward again. A little jolt of excitement
shot through him as he permitted Shimazaki to use his mouth in such a vulgar
manner.
“This mouth is amazing,” Shimazaki purred, and if Teruki were in a position to
talk, he would have gladly quipped an “of course it is.” Without warning,
Shimazaki pushed just a little too far. Teruki’s body tried to lurch with the
resulting gag, but Shimazaki’s grip held his head solidly in place. He tried to
pull away to catch his breath, but Shimazaki was still holding him and still
rutting into his mouth. He arms lifted to push Shimazaki’s arms away, but it
soon became apparent that the force of his resistance was being nullified by
the older esper’s power.
Teruki vocalized a complaint in his throat, hands now moving to futilely try to
shove Shimazaki’s hips away. His distress was heard, and it was answered with
another intrusively deep thrust.
“Close your mouth, sweetheart,” Shimazaki whispered, much too affectionately
for the rough way he used Teruki’s mouth.
The boy’s brow furrowed, and in defiance, he held his jaw slack and lips open
to deny Shimazaki the stimulation he wanted. He heard a hum, and then all of
his attention was kicked back to the sensation of his throat constricting
around the obstruction of Shimazaki’s cock, lingering where it could barely be
accommodated. A muffled cough sputtered out of him, and he felt hot tears
gathering in his eyes. His hands fell in front of him.
“I’ll use your throat if you won’t use your mouth,” Shimazaki chided.
He buried his cock even deeper, bringing his hips to press briefly against
Teruki’s face before withdrawing just enough to allow him some meager breathing
room. Teruki tried shaking his head, turning it away, anything to get Shimazaki
out of his mouth, but it was useless. Shimazaki’s passive barrier turned him
into an immovable object when he wanted, and Teruki was totally trapped by the
man’s rigidity. He ventured into Teruki’s throat once more to emphasize that he
didn’t care whether this would be done the easy way or the hard way. Teruki
choked, and in a last-ditch effort, prepared his telekinesis to pull him out of
the adamant grasp.
“Don’t,” Shimazaki’s voice cut through the gagging sensation, suddenly sharp
and severe. “You’ll break your neck,” he explained, still in Teruki’s mouth.
Even after the gruesome warning, he assaulted the boy’s throat, making short,
agitating thrusts against it.
An acidic burn touched Teruki’s insides with his next gag. He felt sick. He
hated this; he absolutely hated it, and he hated Shimazaki most of all.
Submitting now was next to the last thing he wanted to do, but sitting here and
letting Shimazaki make him throw up won the position of the last thing he
wanted to do. Finally caving in, he closed his lips around the dick in his
mouth and sucked it as halfheartedly as he thought he could get away with.
Shimazaki’s deep sigh fell out of him audibly, and as implied earlier, his
thrusts became slightly shallower so that he was no longer constantly choking
the boy beneath him. “Teru. Fuck, Teru,” he chanted, taunting Teruki with the
calls of his name that he had previously asked for. He seemed unaffected by
Teruki’s lack of enthusiasm, freely using the inside of his cheek and the roof
of his mouth to help get himself off when he so desired. Teruki simply kept his
eyes shut tight and tried to wait until it was all over.
“Hey, Teru,” Shimazaki started, still fucking his face at the same
uninterrupted pace. “I want to go deep again.” He laughed at the resulting
vocal protest. “Try to swallow it so you don’t choke.”
Without allotting time for Teruki to try to apply the advice, he throated him,
releasing a pleased moan as the muscles reflexively squeezed to push him out.
The tears that had been burning Teruki’s eyes fell at last. Despite the choking
and tearing, Teruki made his best effort to resist his body’s natural
responses, to force himself to accept Shimazaki’s cock, hands balling into
fists at his constricted breathing.
“Just like that,” Shimazaki whispered. He was gracious enough to give Teruki a
brief reprieve to breathe before continuing. Teruki tried not to count the
times he was deepthroated again, and almost blocked out the sound of Shimazaki
praising him for being such a fast learner. His thrusts became stiff and
twitchy, and he said Teruki’s name one more time before he came shamelessly in
the boy’s mouth. Teruki hissed when he felt and tasted it, refusing to swallow
it. Shimazaki groaned as he gave a few last thrusts, and then – finally –
released Teruki’s head.
He immediately turned his head away to spit out the bitter evidence of what
they had just done. “Come on,” Shimazaki teased as he wiped his chin, “after
all that you’re not gonna swallow?”
“Shut up,” Teruki snarled. “Where’s my flashlight?”
“Hm? Are you going so soon?”
“Give me my flashlight and take me back,” he demanded.
===============================================================================
Teruki was alone on the trail, having needed to pause to put air in his bike
tires and having waved away his club mates with an “I’ll catch up,” when he
became aware of another presence joining him.
“Good afternoon,” Shimazaki greeted ahead of him, leaning on a tree within
Teruki’s line of sight. Teruki didn’t answer him. “I called you, but I guess
you don’t get very good cell service out here,” he said. Teruki frowned. He
did, in fact, see Shimazaki’s call light up his phone.
“Anyway,” Shimazaki continued, “how about another little visit tonight?” Teruki
kept at his task without responding. “I’ll make it good for you, I promise,” he
offered, his voice and expression and posture just as nonchalant as ever. He
gave a pause for a response, but after a few moments passed, he decided Teruki
wasn’t answering. “Come on, you’re not still mad about last night, are you?”
Teruki twisted the cap onto the air hole of his tire and returned the air pump
to his backpack. “Teruki,”Shimazaki called, making a rare appeal to the boy’s
full name.
“I’m sorry, why are you speaking to me?” Teruki finally responded.
“You really are mad about that, huh? I was just playing a little rough, that’s
all.” This was clearly unsatisfactory to Teruki, and he once again declined to
answer. “Jeez, I thought you’d be a little more thick-skinned than to get so
moody about something like that.”
Teruki walked his bike onto the trail and mounted it. “Are you done? You’re
annoying me.”
Shimazaki scoffed and folded his arms. “Fine, be that way. Whenever you change
your mind, you know how to contact me.”
He vanished without a goodbye. Teruki gritted his teeth, tried not to dwell too
much on the feeling of betrayal coiling in his chest, and set out to catch up
with the others.
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