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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      モブサイコ100_|_Mob_Psycho_100
  Relationship:
      Kageyama_Ritsu/Reigen_Arataka
  Character:
      Reigen_Arataka, Kageyama_Ritsu
  Additional Tags:
      Age_Difference, Implied/Referenced_Incest, Verbal_Humiliation, Anal
      Fingering, Blow_Jobs, Dubious_Consent
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-06-14 Words: 5428
****** let's be cold to create heat ******
by derogatory
Summary
     "C'mon." Reigen's mouth is close to the shell of Ritsu's ear when he
     murmurs, "You said you know what Mob and I do, right? How about you
     show me?"
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Reigen's chest aches with exhaustion. He presses a palm to it, resting his
other hand on his knee as he struggles to catch his breath. It's not often he
has to break into a full sprint; even in the field of paranormal investigation,
there are surprisingly few opportunities for physical exertion. Reigen's fine
with that, of course, it's not like sports were ever his strong suit, but it
makes the rare physical exertion all the more difficult. His heart feels like
it's going to beat out of his chest, his pulse thudding loudly in his ears.
Fuck, he's out of shape.
Through a haze of fatigue and panic, Reigen stumbles over a few words ("I'm
here— what-where's Mob—"), while Ritsu stares at him down. He's seated at the
end of the stairs of Reigen's office building. He looks a lot more calm than
Reigen had expected; after all, he'd run all this way because Ritsu had texted
him about some emergency.
The fact that the texts had arrived while Reigen was at the bar, several
whiskey shots deep — well, that had complicated things.
Even after standing there for a few minutes, his heart rate still hasn't slowed
down. Shit, he needs to get a gym membership or something.
"You ran here?" Ritsu asks, with a haughty edge to his voice Reigen does not
appreciate. "But it still took you forever."
"That— It's complicated. When you get older, you'll understand." Humiliation
burns at the back of Reigen's throat like a shot. "What's the emergency?"
Ritsu stands up and motions for Reigen to follow; Reigen's aching legs protest
the whole walk up the stairs. Suspicion laps anxiously at the back of his mind
as Ritsu steps aside for him to unlock the office door. It's not like Mob's
little brother to be mysterious. If it was really some emergency, why not spit
it out already? After all, it can't be too serious if Ritsu has time to waste
making fun of Reigen. While he's glad it's not some life or death fiasco
(because somehow with Ritsu, it seems like it always is), Reigen finds himself
missing the worry that kept him company on the jog over. Not to be maudlin, but
panic and fear are a lot less embarrassing than how Reigen had felt before
Ritsu's text had arrived; drunk and lonely, holed up in some bar.
Reigen shuts the door behind him. The lights flicker on as Ritsu turns to face
him, standing in the center of the office. "What's going o—"
"I know the stuff you do with my brother."
Reigen's pulse had almost settled; now it jumps back to double speed. "What?"
Ritsu's gnawing on his lip, furiously resolved.
"I know you have sex with him."
Reigen's mouth is dry. This isn't the nightmare scenario he thought of on the
run here; Mob, in trouble. Mob, hurt and asking Ritsu to call for help. Mob,
with his back to the wall and forced to use his powers. Mob, caught up in some
scam and that's only a bad thing when the scammer is someone other than Reigen.
"You know," Reigen repeats, voice limp.
"You're not as convincing as you think you are," Ritsu spits. "Not as smart,
either."
"Hey, isn't that what I should be saying?" Reigen asks, striding forward. "Cut
the tough guy act—"
As soon as he grabs Ritsu's arm, Reigen slams face-first into Ritsu's psychic
powers. His powers are wild and untrained, nothing like Mob's restraint; the
force of them knocks the air out of Reigen's chest. It feels like stepping off
a curb and narrowly missing being hit by a car; a rush of raw power that grazes
him as it swings past at a wrecking speed.
Reigen takes his hand off Ritsu like it was a hot stove. When he moves away,
Ritsu follows him, barreling onwards,
"You're disgusting. My brother trusts you and you take advantage of him."
Ritsu's hands are balled into fists at his sides. "You're the worst kind of
adult. Lying to my brother all this time, using him for whatever you want.
Disgusting." He lifts his chin disparagingly. "I bet you're not even that good
of a psychic either."
In spite of the situation, Reigen can't help but roll his eyes; which sends his
vision swimming. He grabs the edge of his desk for support. He'd overdone it
with the shots. He'd mixed in a strong dose of self-loathing and paired it with
an unwelcome bout of exercise to create a whole new kind of cocktail. The whole
room spins around Reigen.
"Wow," Reigen mutters, as unimpressed as he is dizzy. "You're a real junior
detective, aren't you?"
"Pervert," Ritsu snaps venomously.
"You know you could've said all this in a text." Reigen eases himself back to
his full height, maintaining a look of forced casualness. "Why call me all the
way down to the office? I'm a busy guy."
"I'm giving you a warning." Ritsu says, eyes hard. "You cut whatever this is
off with my brother and get out of Spice City." Reigen laughs, a short and
brutal dismissal that makes Ritsu's ears go pink with fury. "I'm not kidding."
"You're literally trying to run me out of town?" Reigen snickers, hands in his
pockets. He'd thought the run here had sobered him up a bit, but Ritsu's
pseudo-tough guy act makes him feel drunk again, deliriously amused by the
implication of a middle-schooler threatening him. "Nah, Ritsu, that's no good.
I've got a business here. I signed a year lease on this office and everything."
"I don't care." Ritsu is good and mad, psychic energy crackling around him. At
this proximity it makes the hair on Reigen's arms stand up, a strange prickling
sensation against his skin. "You leave or I'll tell the cops."
"Oh, yeah?" Reigen asks, casting a disinterested look around the office. "Tell
them what? That you think I had sex with your brother."
"I know," Ritsu says, low and intense, "I know that's why you have Mob here
late at night—"
"Right, right, it can't be because we're with clients," Reigen replies, corners
of his mouth turning up with a grin.
Ritsu stalks towards him. "I know you force him to do— sexual things with you."
Reigen laughs again, this time at the way Ritsu's voice hitches on the word
'sexual.' Ritsu lashes out with his powers, face burning, and a stack of papers
flies off Reigen's desk.
"I know," Ritsu says, louder this time. He looks so serious Reigen wants to
reach out and ruffle his hair. Or wring his neck, he hasn't really decided yet.
"You think about this stuff a lot, don't you?" Reigen asks and reaches out— but
only to adjust Ritsu's collar. The kid jumps at the fearless contact, eyes
wide. "Hey," Reigen pitches his voice as low and intense as Ritsu's had been.
"You thinking about me and your brother… Isn't that kind of perverted?"
"You're the—"
"Pervert, right," Reigen hums, hands lingering close to Ritsu's throat.
It's pretty funny; Ritsu's the one with the real psychic abilities, so he's the
guy holding all the cards here. There's no reason for Ritsu to get all tense
the second Reigen puts hands on him. He could use his powers to beat the crap
out of Reigen. Then again, Reigen bluffs as easy as breathing, and he hasn't
come this far to let some arrogant teenager get the jump on him.
It's really funny, actually.
"So," Reigen continues, brushing some imaginary dust off Ritsu's shoulders.
"What kind of sexual things do you think we do?" Ritsu's mouth is a thin,
unhappy line. It stays shut. Reigen lets the silence go on a few seconds too
long before tilting his head curiously. "Huh. So you don't know."
"I know," Ritsu hisses, teeth grit so hard he's got to be giving himself a
migraine. Mob's little brother is always wound so tight, no wonder he's always
making trouble for everybody. Picking on other students, getting himself
kidnapped. Sure, it's nice to have another legit psychic around that Reigen
doesn't have to pay, but at what cost? Now he's got Ritsu texting him during
happy hour, accusing Reigen of 'perverted' things he's got no proof of, and
doesn't even know enough about those "perverted things" to accuse Reigen
properly.
"Sure, sure." Reigen lets his hands rest on Ritsu's shoulders, a warm grounding
gesture. He does this kind of thing for Mob all the time. And honestly, that's
probably all Ritsu wants. To be treated like Mob. To be taken seriously as a
psychic, shown the same appreciation and given all the same responsibilities as
his brother. Reigen remembers what it's like to be a kid, what sort of demands
they make from adults. How they just want to be treated like grown-ups too.
It's cute how transparent Ritsu always is. And honestly, Reigen would be doing
Ritsu a favor by taking this as far as Ritsu really wants it to go.
"All right, how about a demonstration?" His fingers dig into the bones of
Ritsu's shoulders and the kid shouts, starts to twist away. "To see if you
really know what's going on." Ritsu doesn't have time to throw up his powers
before Reigen grabs him. Maybe if he was more like Mob, Reigen muses, spinning
Ritsu on his heel and slamming him face-down on the desk. More papers tumble to
the floor, as well as a coffee mug that bounces when it lands, dribbling a
stale mocha stain across the carpet.
Ritsu angrily lashes out with his abilities; they hit Reigen like a cold slap
in the face. Reigen powers through it (big deal, like he's never been slapped
before) and grabs Ritsu's arm, twisting it up against his back. Kid's bones are
small and bendy.
"What are you doing?" Ritsu shouts, thrashing against Reigen's hold. There's a
weird, static electricity pulse off the kid's body, radiating like a shield.
Not a very good one, Reigen thinks, and leans more of his weight on Ritsu's
arm. Compared to Mob, Ritsu's really not much of a psychic at all. Mob would
easily be able to get away from a hold like this.
"So what did you say I was again?" Reigen muses aloud. "The 'worst kind of
adult.'" He presses forward until his chest flush with Ritsu's back, his arm
between them. Ritsu's so close he can smell his shampoo; it's the same type Mob
uses. Ritsu shivers. "What do you think the 'worst kind of adult' does?" Ritsu
cranes his neck, shooting a glare over his shoulder. "You think I pin Mob to
the desk like this?" When Ritsu squirms, his ass rubs against Reigen's groin;
probably unintentional, but not unappreciated. Not that Reigen is so touch-
starved he'd get excited from some kid's flat ass.
"Let go, Reigen," Ritsu growls. The feeling of Ritsu's psychic powers this
close is like standing next to an electrical fence – that hum of electricity
you feel deep into your bones and the sudden, mindless desire to grab the
fence. To Reigen, Ritsu feels like that kind of danger: something powerful
wrapped up in small, innocuous looking packaging.
"C'mon." Reigen's mouth is close to the shell of Ritsu's ear when he murmurs,
"You said you know what Mob and I do, right? How about you show me?" And maybe
after a miserable night at the bar feeling sorry for himself, after a piss-poor
showing of physical prowess and a bunch of baseless accusations — maybe
Reigen's just bored enough to metaphorically grab the wires of the electrified
fence and press forward into Ritsu's ass.
Ritsu moans, half muffled by the desk. The silence that follows is cold and
humiliating. For Ritsu, at least.
Reigen bursts into laughter, his head tossed back. "You're kidding!" This is
rich; Ritsu accuses him of being a pervert, and then gets all hot and bothered
about some light manhandling.
Reigen closes his hands hard around Ritsu's arms when he tries to squirm away,
pinning them down. A few more stacks of folders slide over the edge.
"Shut up." Ritsu struggles furiously.
"Oh, I get it," Reigen smirks. "You're jealous."
"You're crazy," Ritsu snarls, psychic powers flinging backwards. The force hits
Reigen in the center of his chest, but it's loose and clawless. It only stings
a little, and Reigen can power through it if it means getting some more
embarrassing noises out of this brat.
"You're acting like you want to protect Mob, but I bet you want this kinda
treatment for yourself." Reigen says. Ritsu growls, trying to angle his body
away from Reigen. Reigen closes his hands around the kid's wrists, punctuating
his statements by rolling his hips punishingly slow. "From who, though. From
me?" No reaction. That's fine, Reigen didn't really pride himself on being the
object of desire for teenage boys. "Okay. How about from older guys?" He could
see that from somebody as needy as Ritsu; the kid has a need to be liked, to be
respected, to be taken seriously. It'd make sense if Ritsu went looking for
perverted old men to give that to him and fill some kind of void, sure.
But still, Ritsu doesn't react to his words. That's fine too, not like Reigen
really wanted to be lumped in with 'old guys' anyway.
"Hmm, I wonder," Reigen says, thumb idly brushing against Ritsu's wrist. "Maybe
you want this kind of treatment… From Mob?"
Ritsu groans immediately, eyes screwed shut and body curling inwards, trying to
get away from Reigen.
Wow. Okay, so Ritsu's got weird feelings for his brother. That's a lot to
unpack, especially when Ritsu's the one who called Reigen out for being
perverted. The pot calling the kettle black in a major way. But Reigen's not
all that interested in the specifics of Ritsu's hypocrisy. He's a lot more
interested in getting Ritsu back for those bullshit accusations he was
spitting. More interested the way Ritsu cries out when Reigen undoes the front
of the kid's pants. More interested in the sweat-slick skin between Ritsu's
thighs, and the way Ritsu's underwear clings to his legs as it's pulled down,
pooling at his ankles. More interested in Ritsu's cock, half-hard just from
rutting into Reigen.
Ritsu hurriedly tries to snap his legs shut, but Reigen moves quicker. He
positions a knee between them and coaxes them apart, the teenager's sneakers
squeaking against the floor.
"Come on," Reigen mutters and can smell the alcohol on his own breath. "You're
so hard up for your brother, don't you wanna see what kind of stuff Mob and I
do?"
"I know what you do." The roughness of Ritsu's voice is softened by the
startled noise he makes as Reigen's fingers trace up his thighs. "Wait—"
"You know, huh?" Reigen asks, turning his head to nuzzle his nose in Ritsu's
hair, breathe in deep. Smell that same shampoo. This close, he feels almost
like Mob.
Ritsu strains weakly under Reigen's grip. There's still an undercurrent of
power between them, but it's not so threatening anymore. If it was Mob, that
power would have knocked Reigen across the room. No, that's not really true. If
it had been Mob, he wouldn't have hurt Reigen. Reigen moves a hand between
Ritsu's legs, rolling his palm over the boy's dick. If it was Mob, would he be
hard like this? Would Mob have these kind of perverted thoughts, weird
fantasies about Reigen and his brother in the middle of the night?
Reigen tries to refocus his thoughts. Get it together. Ritsu's the one having
crazy fantasies about Mob, not him.
"Tell me what you think I do with your brother," Reigen says and Ritsu arches
into his fist. "You think I fuck him over my desk?" Reigen swipes his thumb
over the wet head of Ritsu's cock and the kid's knees buckle, his cry loud in
the quiet office. "You want me to fuck you too?"
"No," Ritsu whines, denial unconvincing when faced with the way his dick is
leaking all over Reigen's hand.
Reigen lets him go briefly, long enough that Ritsu could run away if he really
wanted. Long enough for Ritsu to spin around and use his abilities to toss
Reigen through the wall, to crush his body into the ground outside and hit him
with wave after wave of esper energy, until Reigen's just a smear on the
pavement. Reigen's giving Ritsu lots of opportunities to do these things, but
the kid doesn't budge. There's a feeling crawling under Reigen's breastbone
like he's been running again, a warmth radiating from his core down between his
legs, watching Ritsu stay where Reigen cornered him; slumped over the desk, ass
in the air.
"Sure you do," Reigen says. "Bet you've been thinking about this for a while."
Ritsu groans when Reigen's hands slide over him again, over the delicate slopes
of his thighs. "The kind of stuff me and Mob do." Reigen rests his hand on a
bare cheek, and Ritsu's twisting and fussing goes immediately still. Reigen
rubs that soft skin, moving his fingers to a pink, private spot on full
display. Ritsu is quietly mutinous.
Finally, with a watery break to his voice, "Reigen—"
"Don't worry, I'll show you." Reigen says and spits.
Ritsu practically keens when it hits his ass, when Reigen teasingly rubs that
wetness against his hole. Ritsu lifts up onto his tiptoes when Reigen dips a
fingertip inside, relishing in the rush of air that leaves Ritsu in one frantic
push. Ritsu's head dips down beneath his shoulders, pillowed by his crossed
arms over the desk as Reigen works him open gently. A lot more gently than a
brat like him deserves.
"First I have to stretch Mob out back here," Reigen murmurs. At his brother's
name, Ritsu lets out a quiet, animal sound, rocking back into the contact.
Stretching is one thing, but Ritsu's just way too tight. It's taking longer
than he expected, spitting on his hand to re-wet his fingers that don't go in
much easier the second time around. Ritsu's breath hitches with discomfort,
squirming weakly as Reigen tries to scissor his fingers inside. One of Ritsu's
legs kicks out involuntarily, and he bites back a short, startled cry.
Reigen stills his hand, resting a palm between Ritsu's shoulder blades, rubbing
slow and comforting circles. "Hey, relax."
"Shut up," Ritsu snaps immediately, his attitude still stubborn even as his
body bristles in response to the stretch of Reigen's fingers.
Fine, Reigen huffs. If Ritsu doesn't appreciate being treated nicely, maybe
Reigen won't bother. He's been a pretty nice guy up until now, barely even
making fun of Ritsu for his brother complex, or his own perverted sense of
self-loathing. If Ritsu wants to be treated more like Mob, he ought to be a lot
more grateful.
Ritsu makes an abortive noise as Reigen tries to force in past his knuckle,
past the straining, unaccommodating muscles.
"You know," he says over Ritsu's watery gasps. "Mob's a lot looser back here."
He watches the bold pink blush travel down the back of Ritsu's neck,
disappearing under his uniform collar. Reigen traces his free hand down Ritsu's
clothed spine. Maybe if baits the kid enough, Reigen will see the blush peek
out the other end, at the waist of Ritsu's jacket. See it stain all the way to
the small of Ritsu's back, over the dimples of his ass.
"Guess your big brother's a lot more adult than you." Reigen says and Ritsu
shudders. What a weird kid. "If you two did something like this, you'd probably
want to have him bent over the desk, wouldn't you?" Ritsu writhes at that
comment, straining for friction. His hips rut helplessly against the edge of
the desk. "Jeez. You can't even keep it together, can you?" Ritsu whimpers, a
thin, plaintive sound. Reigen sighs, pressing on Ritsu's back to hold him in
place, preventing Ritsu from rubbing against the desk any more. As if the
office wasn't enough of a mess already, the last thing he needs is some horny
teenager coming all over paperwork. "Mob would know better than that. He'd wait
for me."
Ritsu moans openly at Mob's name and Reigen's excitement ratchets up a few more
levels.
"Yeah. He knows better than to get all riled up this early." Reigen's fingers
work themselves into a slow rhythm while he talks. "Mob lets me tease this out
of him for hours. He gives me all night to work him open— until he's begging me
to— to," Reigen has to stop talking; it's getting too difficult to keep himself
composed while he's spinning this elaborate fantasy and tearing Ritsu in two
with just his fingers. Reigen leans over and spits again, while Ritsu's eager
hole sucks at his fingers.
Still, this is just a fantasy too; there's no way Ritsu's going to be able to
take Reigen's cock tonight, even if Reigen spent the next couple hours
loosening Ritsu up. He could make liberal use of the lotion in his desk, could
work the brat open with more than his spit. But even then, it'd be dicey.
There's no way he's fucking Ritsu tonight without doing some serious damage to
him.
But that wouldn't be the end of the world, right? Maybe Ritsu's psychic
abilities would help, a hopeful and horny part of Reigen unhelpfully
interjects. He's seen these esper kids get thrown around and walk away fine,
surely they've got something that would let Reigen— that would be enough for
Reigen to hold Ritsu down and split him on his dick.
At that thought, a ravenous hunger rushes through Reigen. Even if Ritsu's not
getting much looser, he does sound like he's getting past the pain of the
stretch; all greedy whines and breathy moans. He sounds close to coming just
from having his ass played with. Fuck, Reigen feels close too. If he can't raw
the kid, the next best thing would be to watch Ritsu's smug expression fall
apart when he comes. Watch Ritsu come with 'the worse kind of adult''s fingers
in his ass. Yeah, that sounds like a fair trade for all the trouble Ritsu's put
him through tonight.
Reigen pulls his hands away, watching Ritsu's hole gape, before he slides a
hand under Ritsu's chest, turning him over. He goes easily, hips up in the air,
cock drooling and his eyes—
Ritsu hiccups, staring up at Reigen with tremulous eyes, face wet.
Reigen's been called a lot of things. Fraud, mostly. Bastard, fairly often.
Jerk, semi-daily. Pervert, which, excluding a misunderstanding on the train, is
a new one. But inevitably Reigen thinks of himself as a man with good
intentions. Not a man of great morality, no, but at least Reigen doesn't think
he's a bad guy. He's not out to make the world a bad place, especially not for
kids. He's a good person. That's something Reigen could always be confident
about.
But looking at Ritsu's tear-streaked expression, his wet face and shaking lower
lip… Reigen's not so confident anymore. It's a sobering blow, a hand wrapped
around his heart and crushing it in its fist. He screwed up. He's worse than
some shitty adult who took fooling around too far. He's a monster, he's some
sick criminal that corners innocent kids in his office for his own lecherous
needs—
Ritsu rolls his hips, keening weakly into the lack of contact. Even with just
Reigen's fingers, Ritsu's been fucked silent; his pink lips, bitten and plump,
mouth messy half words that look a lot like "fuck" and "please."
Reigen leans back.
Okay, so. Scratch all that 'monster' stuff.
It's like a door that slams shut, locking Reigen's newfound guilt away. It's
like letting himself be banished to a shame island, where all his worst habits
can run amok. It's a green light in front of a long, open strip of highway that
Reigen can drive down full speed. It's a bunch more colorful allusions and
wordy metaphors that all add up to the same thing; Ritsu is giving him
permission and Reigen's not stupid (or sober) enough to give him an opportunity
to take it back.
Reigen closes his hand around Ritsu's dick and squeezes until Ritsu shouts,
prying at Reigen's wrist. Ritsu could make Reigen let go with his powers, if he
really wanted. Ritsu could level this whole building if he really wanted to get
away, if Ritsu hadn't been writhing like a slut a moment ago.
"You want me to fuck you? Like you earned that." Reigen's voice is harsh, but
his grip loosens. Ritsu glowers at him, cautious as he rocks his hips up into
Reigen's fist. Reigen's mind swims. "You can't even— you won't even let me," he
breaks off, hurriedly attempting to refocus his thoughts. Ritsu humps the air
helplessly, breathing in ragged pants. Reigen swallows hard and loosens his
tie. He's got to move quickly if he doesn't want to ruin these slacks.
"Get on your knees," Reigen orders.
Ritsu slouches off the desk too slowly so Reigen pushes him, just a little bit,
it's barely a shove. Ritsu stumbles and hits the ground hard, palms flat
against the floor, skinny legs tangled in his pants. He looks good on his
knees, clothes rumpled, snide little face all pink with desire. Reigen leans
back against the desk and undoes his own pants, taking his dick out of his
boxers with a few relaxed strokes. He's flush with a wild, filthy idea.
"Hey," Reigen says. "Let's see if you're any good at sucking dick."
Ritsu's expression darkens—no, the whole room darkens as the fluorescent lights
overhead shudder, like they're threatened by Ritsu's abilities. Luckily
Reigen's not so intimidated. It's not the first time Reigen's been face to face
with an esper, and a lot of them have been way more powerful than Ritsu.
Besides- Reigen's dick is so hard right now, he's not sure he could turn back
even if he was scared. Especially not after he watched Ritsu beg for it.
"Get over here." Reigen points to a spot at his feet. "Show me if your mouth's
as good as Mob's."
Complicated emotions wash over Ritsu's fussy little face. On the one hand,
Reigen sees what ordering him around is doing to the kid's cock, angry and
dribbling against a spot on the floor. Mentioning Mob too, that's tipping Ritsu
right over the edge. On the other hand, the kid's never hidden his dislike for
Reigen, and even when Ritsu's acting like a cock-hungry whore, being an
obedient one probably goes against Ritsu's whole attitude. He takes a few
seconds too long to decide and Reigen sighs, straightening up and moving
towards Ritsu in a few wide, purposeful strides.
"Mob's better at listening, that's for sure," he growls and grabs Ritsu by his
jaw, fingers squeezing into the meat of his cheeks.
Ritsu squeaks in protest, a sound way too cute for somebody so dirty, someone
who wants to fuck his own brother. Reigen shoves Ritsu's face between his legs,
his cock rubbing wet against Ritsu's lips. He whimpers as Reigen forces his
mouth open, pushing forward until Ritsu gags, his eyes watering. Psychic energy
makes the desk behind them rattle against the floor, keys of the computer
tapping raucously while the building shakes on its foundation.
"You're getting all worked up," Reigen mutters, and runs his hand through
Ritsu's messy hair. "I told you to relax."
Ritsu tilts his head with the motion, almost leaning into the comforting
contact. The trembling atmosphere in the rooms subsides as Ritsu takes Reigen's
cock across his tongue with clumsy, messy swipes. He's warming up to the idea,
tasting Reigen in some hesitant licks, sucking delicately. It's cute. Sweet,
even. And that'd be great and all, but Reigen wanted to show Ritsu how his
brother gets fucked, and one hole was already resistant enough.
Reigen yanks Ritsu's head back unkindly, pressing his cock farther and farther
into his mouth.
"You know." When Reigen speaks, Ritsu blinks up at him, eyes long lashed and
doelike. He's cute when he's not making threats. "You're pretty disappointing."
Ritsu's face furrows in dislike and Reigen fists his hand harder in his hair.
"Mob could take it all the way." Reigen jerks his hips forward on emphasis and
Ritsu chokes, hands flying up to shove at Reigen's thighs, to push him back to
a comfortable distance. Reigen's dick slides into the tight heat of Ritsu's
convulsing throat, and it feels—
Great. Freaking amazing. His ass was too tight but his throat is something
else.
Ritsu's struggling settles as his throat acclimates to the pressure, to the
sensation of being fucked. The sleeve of it clings to Reigen when he pulls
back, but only a little bit. He's not sure he can imagine putting his dick in
anything better than this. It's so wet and warm, like it was made to take a
cock.
"Yeah," Reigen gasps. "Real— disappointing." Ritsu groans, an appreciative
guttural sound at the back of his throat, at the spot Reigen's trying to reach
with each thrust. "Wow," Reigen laughs on a weak exhale. "You like that, huh?"
Ritsu doesn't respond (his mouth is a little busy after all), but it looks like
he's blushing a little darker. "You like me saying you're a disappointing
little slut."
Ritsu's moans reverberate around his dick, and if it didn't feel so damn good
maybe Reigen could better unpack Ritsu's motives. He's got a brother complex,
that's for sure. And for all Ritsu's posturing earlier, he clearly doesn't mind
being tossed around a bit. Couple all that with a degradation kink and
honestly, Reigen's a little worried what goes on in Student Councils nowadays
if this is the kind of student representative they're making.
Ritsu's not very good at sucking dick, but he makes up for it by being easy to
move, easy for Reigen to force his head back and open his mouth wider. Ritsu's
throat squeezes around Reigen's cock as he hammers into it mercilessly, through
his gagging. Meanwhile, Reigen's fingertips are starting to go numb, either
from the bubbling pressure of psychic energy or the too tight way his hand is
fisted in Ritsu's hair. Ritsu's whole body crackles with power, with the
potential that if he was just a little more powerful, or a better psychic,
maybe he could force Reigen to ease up. If he was more like Mob.
"Mob's—" Reigen says between pants. "Mob's way better at taking my cock than
you are." And when Reigen comes, it's on a final, punching thrust. He holds
Ritsu still as he empties down his throat, only letting his vice-grip on the
boy's hair ease when Reigen's finished, trying to blink the spots out of his
eyes. Ritsu collapses into a heap on the floor, doubled over and coughing in a
wretched way that Reigen thinks he ought to feel worse about.
Ritsu reaches shakily between his legs, coming in a few short strokes, his
voice a half sob muffled against his shoulder. It's nice seeing somebody else
look pitiful. The lonely, self-loathing shots Reigen did at the bar feel like
ancient history.
He buttons himself back into his pants before kneeling in front of Ritsu, who
shoots Reigen a weak, watered-down glare. With shaking hands, Ritsu tries to
put himself back together, pull his clothes back on. Reigen takes his time
wiping his hand off on the material of Ritsu's jacket.
"Pervert," Ritsu snarls, voice hoarse. His throat must feel raw as hell, Reigen
thinks, and when he cards a hand through Ritsu's hair again, Ritsu flinches.
"Listen," Reigen says in low, conspiratorial tones. "I've never touched your
brother." He swipes a thumb over Ritsu's lower lip. He presses down, forcing
Ritsu's slack mouth wider, chin dropping to his chest. Ritsu looks too shocked
to pull away, or even respond, so Reigen continues, "Mob's not that kind of
kid. He wouldn't even think of doing something like this." Ritsu doesn't resist
when Reigen pushes his fingers into Ritsu's open mouth, slipping behind his
teeth and pressing against the slickness of his tongue.
Reigen wiped his hand off, but he bets Ritsu can still taste it on his fingers,
the sweat and scent of fingering Ritsu open. The taste of wrecking him because
Ritsu had demanded it, because Ritsu had some bullshit holier-than-thou
attitude about Reigen's private business.
Reigen smirks. "He's not a pervert like his little brother."
Before Reigen can laugh, Ritsu bites his fingers.
End Notes
     this was a lovely commission for an anonymous fan on mobtwit! I hope
     you like it, I had a lot of fun going back to reiritsu after a long
     break.
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