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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      ナンバカ_|_Nanbaka
  Relationship:
      Jyugo/Sugoroku_Hajime
  Character:
      Jyugo_(Nanbaka), Sugoroku_Hajime
  Additional Tags:
      Hand_Jobs, Anal_Fingering, Anal_Sex, Riding, Episode_Related, Plot_What
      Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Smut, Age_Difference
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-02-01 Words: 1997
****** Your love is where I'm falling ******
by BaumGirl
Summary
     Season 2 Episode 1: Jyugo took a nap in Hajime's office again, so the
     guard decides to punish him for it.
Notes
     Yes I'm back with a bad fic praise me. It certainly didn't go the way
     I was hoping but meh. I take what I get. This piece was insired by
     the line from the Anime "Hajime sure is merciless." And what other
     should I have done but wrote porn??
     Not beta read and not looked over because I wrote the end before
     school I'm an idiot. Nether less, please enjoy this piece of sin ^^
Hajime wasn’t exactly sure, if the yelling and cursing of the younger could be
heard in another room, but at this point he really couldn’t care less. This was
the hundredth time the youth broke out of his cell just to either sleep at the
night duty room or take a nap on the couch in his office, all the while
cuddling with his cat, Kuu.
“Stop it Hajime. You’re breaking me in half!” Jyugo struggled against the hold
on his ankles, lunging forward and trying to hit the prison guard, hoping he
would let him go. The older just stared at him unimpressed for a while, before
sighing and letting him down again. Jyugo kneeled up, gripping the back of the
couch hard, eyeing Hajime as he dialed a number on his phone. “Hajime?” He
muttered cautiously.
Hajime walked over to the door and locking it, when a voice came from the
speakers. “Yes, hello. It’s me” He answered the hectic greetings from the other
side of the line, walking back over to the teen, looming over his lithe form.
“I found him. He was in my office, taking a nap.” A little silence followed and
Jyugo listened to the relived voice while resuming to his previous position,
stroking Kuu’s head. “Oh no, Seitarou, you don’t have to. I will take him back
to his cell after I gave him a proper punishment.” Silence. “Yes, see you
later.” With that, he dismissed the call, staring down at Jyugo with dark eyes.
The teen only grinned smugly. “Draw me like one of your French girls.”
Hajime groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose in annoyance. He took Kuu off of
the couch, lifting him up to the open window and the cat understood, jumping
outside to leave them alone.
“You really wanna do this now?” Jyugo asked lying on his back as Hajime leaned
over him, hands on either side of his head, caging him in. The teen chuckled
and took hold of the hat Hajime always wore, throwing it away, not caring where
it landed. He smiled up at the man, gripping his shoulders but then deciding on
resting his hands on his neck. Jyugo exhaled sharp as he felt Hajime climb up
all the way, kneeling between his spread legs. Hajime growled, immediately
going for his neck, kissing and biting lightly. He didn’t intend leaving
bruises anywhere on the open, but he did intend for Jyugo feeling his touch,
going crazy under him.
The raven already breathed hard, gripping the collar of the shirt at Hajime’s
neck to urge him on so that he would press harder, do more to him. Jyugo was
already hard in his underwear, thrusting up into nothing for any kind of
sensation against his groin. He groaned frustrated when Hajime stopped
altogether, stopped the assault on his sensitive skin, leaning back and
watching Jyugo trying to grab him and pull him back down. “What the hell,
Hajime?”
The older only grinned mischievous, motioning for him to stand up. “Strip.”,
was the only thing he said before he leaned back, casually like he didn’t just
was on Jyugo, making him hot and bothered only a few seconds ago.
The teen had to calm his ragged breath and instead of misbehaving the command
like he usually did, he stood up and immediately went for the zipper on his
back, zipping it down so he could slip out of his jump-suit. His eyes were
locked together with Hajime’s while he shrugged out of his clothes, now the
only thing he wore his black boxer-briefs. They clung perfectly to his hip and
ass and the older looked him up and down, considering his next move.
“You can take off the rest too, right?” It wasn’t a question and Jyugo knew
that.
The teen snorted in amusement. “You do realize that this relationship isn’t a
Dom/Sub thing, right?” Nether less, he took off his briefs, discarding them
somewhere alongside his jumper and the hat.
Hajime nodded, patting his thigh, motioning him to sit down like one would do
with a dog. “I know, but this is your punishment.”
Jyugo rolled his eyes before he lets himself fall on the older man’s lap with a
huff. “What does this have to do with punishing me?”
“Well, good that you ask.” Hajime laughed, gripping the fragile hips hard. “I
considered ordering a cock ring for you for the next time you decide to break
out, but this would just create a fuss around here. So I figured I just set up
a few rules for this time.” The man stroked up Jyugo’s waist, leaving a burning
path behind. “If you want to come, you have to work for it. Means you can only
come after you made me come. You can’t use your mouth or your hands.”
Jyugo wanted to protest, but Hajime silenced him with a quick kiss to the lips.
“It’s simple. When you succeed, there will be no big fuss over this. You can
simply return to your cell. Everything will be fine. But if you lose, you will
have to promise, to swear not to break out again. If I see you outside, without
permission, you will be immediately transferred into another cell and I will
make sure you see your friends as rarely as possible.”
“Wow.” Jyugo blinked and he grimaced. “I never expected such cruelty from you,
but fine. You got yourself a deal.” He just had to win. He couldn’t think of a
life in this prison without his friends.
Hajime nodded, smiling up at him. “Okay, then we will start as soon as you’re
ready.”
Jyugo swallowed, his hands gripping the shoulders of the man under him tight.
He took a shaky breath as he felt hands ghost over his hips and he shuddered at
the contact, the distinct sound of Hajime’s huff in his ears. Trying to calm
himself down, Jyugo took one calming breath after another. He went for the fly
of the others trousers, opening them in one swift motion and dragging them down
enough to get his already semi-hard cock out.
Jyugo looked at the manhood for almost ten seconds, utter confusion making his
mind numb, racing thoughts clouding his judgement. What should he do now? What
if he accidently used his hands and with that, lost this ‘game’? He bit his
lips at his current situation, asking what he should do now instead of thinking
about what could go wrong.
And in that moment he saw it. The little twitch Hajime’s cock did when he had
his lips between his lips.
Jyugo started smirking but then, but it was gone as soon as it came. He looked
up from behind his lashes, raising his hands to his mouth and bit his nails
like a nervous child. “Hajime.” He breathed, feeling the dick against his thigh
filling more and more, getting hotter each time his mouth closed in on his
digit. He resisted the urge to laugh hard because of the look Hajime was giving
him. It was aroused, confused and a little bit angry at him at the same time
and it was totally hilarious.
Whining a little instead of laughing, he took two of his fingers down his
throat, licking them. For once so that he could provoke the guard even more
–and it seems to work perfectly fine with the strange amount of pre cum Jyugo
felt against his ass- and second, to make them more slick. Hajime wouldn’t
prepare him, Jyugo knew that. So he had to somehow do it himself. He took the
fingers out of his move after one salvia covered lick and he placed them behind
himself, against his opening. He groaned loud, leaning forward and against the
finger inside himself, barely touching the body underneath him.
Jyugo smiled as he could feel Hajime’s desire to touch him, to just bend him
over on the table and take him. The teen wasn’t put down by the thought, quite
the opposite; he would love if the guard did that, fucked him rough and he
could do nothing about it but squirm and whine. He moaned when his fingertips
brushed his sweet spot and he did it again and again just because he could and
because Hajime thrusted upwards when he flinched. He entered a second digit, an
a third but soon he couldn’t reach his prostate anymore. His wrist was
unnaturally craned and it started hurting, so he withdrew.
Jyugo sat down on the older man’s lap and he smiled at him. Hajime panted hard,
gripping his hips and digging his nails in and Jyugo was sure there would be
red imprints on his body the next day but-he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Jyugo lifted his hips until he felt the big cock he loved so much prod at his
asshole and he kept it there, only going down an inch just to go back up again.
“God dammit, Jy-jyugo. Get on with it already.”
The teen complied. After chuckling darkly, he sat down on the dick smoothly,
his body tensing and head thrown back at the intense pleasure running through
his body like lightning. He stuck his tongue out like a dog, mouth opened on a
silent scream. “Fuck.” Jyugo was hot and it felt like he was burning. His body
temperature suddenly rose up to impossible heights and the teen moaned loud.
Jyugo wanted to move, to cum, and even though he would have done that long ago,
his mind told him to wait, to make Hajime cum first. His mind was clouded and
he couldn’t grasp one coherent thought, but his goal was clear, fueled on by
the consequents he would receive when he failed. This made his body move
carefully, made him tensing his hole on every upward motion of his hips and
made him slam down his every being on the cock. Hajime panted under him,
gripping his hips tightly, scratching against his sensitive skin. I can do
this! Jyugo thought as he felt the dick inside him twitch. I can-
A hand took hold of Jyugo’s own dick, interrupting his inner thoughts and he
moaned, his whole body flinching at the contact. “W-what-“He stuttered, a swift
movement on his cock leaving him speechless. His heterochromia eyes closed
tight as he tried to take back control over his voice. “That is not- that’s not
fair!”
A dirty grin spread over Hajime’s lips, leaning forward he breathed against his
ear. “Who said that?”
With that, Hajime started moving his hips in time with his hand, leaving the
teen a mewling mess above him. “Nooo-“ He whined, tears spilling out of his
eyes and down his cheeks. Jyugo hiccupped when the man nailed his prostate
repeatedly. He scratched on the clothed shoulders, losing control over his
moans. To his relieve, he felt the dick inside him twitch wildly, ready to
leave his seed in his asshole, but his own manhood flinched with the need to
relief.
He cried out one last time before he came, white fluid covering the clothed
chest of the guard. Cum filled his hole to the brim at the same time and Jyugo
lets himself fall forward on the messy chest, lets Hajime pet his back and
whisper sweet thing in his ear. He sighed, cuddling himself against the body.
“That was a real dick move, Hajime.”
The guard huffed on laugh. “Yeah.” Was the only thing he said, cupping his
cheeks and pulling him in for a short kiss. “I’ll count that as your win. Now
go to your cell before I change my mind.”
Jyugo stood on wobbly legs, shuddering as he felt the remains of Hajime leak
out of him, running down his thighs. He put his prison jumpsuit on back again,
throwing one last look over his shoulder at the older man. He smiled, tilting
his head slightly to the side. “Thank you, Hajime.”
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