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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      アイ_チュウ_|_Ai_Chuu_(Video_Game)
  Relationship:
      Hanabusa_Kokoro/Leon_(Ai_Chuu)
  Character:
      Hanabusa_Kokoro, Leon
  Additional Tags:
      Pet_Play, Master/Pet, breath_play, collar_and_leash, Exhibitionism,
      Public_Hand_Jobs, Public_Nudity, Verbal_Humiliation, an_attempt_was_made
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-12-29 Words: 2172
****** when it's dark outside ******
by battour
Summary
     (Secret Santa exchange) “Wait!” Kokoro stomps his foot against the
     floor. “You need to walk on all fours.”
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Kokoro’s hands fumble for a moment that seems to go on for eternity at Leon’s
neck, but then the collar clicks into place, providing an immediate sense of
weight that isn’t entirely physical in nature. It’s not a particularly eye-
catching thing— just simple, unadorned red leather, and yet he feels as if the
mere act of wearing it is already drawing every gaze in Tokyo toward them. He
swallows, swipes his tongue over his lips (they feel dry), and holds out the
little ring to let Kokoro attach the leash.
Click.
This is it. If Leon was a rock, he’d be tumbling down the metaphorical slope
now, unable to stop or be stopped by anyone.
“Ready?”
Kokoro loops the leash around his wrist, giving an experimental tug and being
obviously pleased with the way it makes Leon sway on his feet, caught off-guard
as he is. This is a side of Kokoro he’s never seen before, at least not in its
entirety.
“Ready,” Leon hears himself say, nervously looking around as if he expects one
of their classmates to appear from somewhere down the empty hallway. When
Kokoro doesn’t start heading toward the exit, Leon takes a few steps ahead—
only to be met with another pull.
“Wait!” Kokoro stomps his foot against the floor. “You need to walk on all
fours.”
“Someone might see!”
“So?”
“But—”
“… Pleeeeeeease?” Kokoro pouts up at him, which might just be the most adorable
thing Leon has ever seen in his life. His fingers curl into Leon’s shirt as if
attempting to draw out his most obedient and eager to please parts. “There’s no
one else here this late, okay? And besides…”
Standing up on his tiptoes, Kokoro gently runs his nails up and down the sides
of Leon’s neck. If it’s meant to distract him from any lingering doubts, it’s
working.
“I don’t really want to let anyone else see you like that. I want Leon to only
be Kokoro’s puppy.”
Kokoro gives him a pat on the cheek, not unlike how one would pet a friendly
animal.
“So be a good boy and listen, okay? I won’t just let someone walk in on us.”
“I, all right, fine.” Taking a deep breath, Leon slowly lowers himself down on
to his knees. The floor feels cold against his legs, but the prickling heat
gathering at the nape of his neck is far stronger. He’s never felt this
vulnerable before. “Y-you drive a tough bargain, Kokoro-chan.”
“Good, good. But we’re only getting started, see?”
Kokoro’s fingers slide into his hair, gently stroking and scratching his scalp.
It’s too easy to melt into the touch, which makes the sudden hard yank on the
leash that follows much more jarring. Making an unflattering sound, Leon
expects it to end after a moment. After all, he’s struggling to breathe—
“We’re going.”
The collar digs into his skin mercilessly, and he lets out a startled wheeze
once the realization that he’s not getting off the hook yet hits. No, Kokoro
loops the leash several times around his wrist. With each one, Leon has less
and less length to work with.
It feels as if the air is being squeezed out of his lungs through his throat,
and his eyes water. That painful, unforgiving pressure against his windpipe
makes sucking some back in take more effort than it should. He’s unsteady all
over, trembling, but lets himself be led along out into the courtyard and
behind some nearby bushes. Or something like that, he’s getting a bit light-
headed from the lack of oxygen. It makes his surroundings blur together, with
all his focus drawn toward one point.
His heart hammers away at his ribs in pure fear— if any cameras were to catch
this, his life and career would both be over.
It hurts. Somehow, he ends up clawing at what little length of the leash he has
left in something that might resemble desperation. He’s met with a giggle
that’s far too sweet to match the circumstances.
“Too much for you?”
Suddenly, Kokoro’s hold on his leash loosens, and the collar stops digging into
his throat. Leon is only half relieved over being able to breathe freely again.
Coughing, he rubs at the area just below his Adam’s apple.
“Wh— why’d you stop?” he rasps at up at Kokoro, pants already starting to feel
painfully tight. It’s kind of incredible how being on all fours makes him
perceive himself as so small.
Kokoro’s soft little hands come to cup his face, the very edges of his nails
trailing across Leon’s cheek as he leans in close. Though he tries his best to
mask it, it’s impossible for Leon to overlook the hints of heaviness in his
breathing and color rising across his skin. There’s a certain look in his eyes—
wild, unhinged, even, and Leon already wonders what he needs to do in order to
see it again. And again.
“If we keep this up, Kokoro won’t be able to go easy on Leon anymore, you
know?” With a carefree smile, Kokoro raises his hand, holding up the current
source of Leon’s pain and excitement as if he’s presenting him with prey. “You
seem to fit so well.”
One by one, Kokoro’s fingers straightens out as if he’s counting something down
in his head.
“So…”
Leon watches as the leash (his leash) finally falls to the ground. He stares at
it, swallowing thickly against the tight knot forming in his throat, then lifts
his head to meet Kokoro’s eyes without being sure of what he’s searching for in
them. From this angle, he can sneak a peek underneath the skirt if he tilts his
head just right.
“That’s why Kokoro’s giving you this chance to run off with your tail between
your legs.”
With that, Kokoro turns his back to him, and takes a few steps back toward the
entrance.
“Kokoro-chan!” Forgetting his place, Leon springs to his feet, closing the
distance between them to curl his fingers around Kokoro’s wrist. It takes a
moment for him realize he’s just overstepped every boundary they’d agreed on
for tonight, but he’s running on adrenaline and heat too much to care.
“I, uh— don’t want you to go easy on me, I mean,” he stammers, fumbles,
stumbling over his words like Chaoyang. His mind is racing along at a speed
impossible to keep up with. All Leon knows is that he does not, under any
circumstances, want Kokoro to stop. “I mean, you… you should do whatever you
want to me!”
Leon averts his gaze, staring at Kokoro’s shoes. He’s unusually nervous, which
might have something to do with the inherent vulnerability of his position. A
vulnerability that he’s accepted out of his own free will. It makes him feel as
if his stomach is filled with butterflies or feathers as he tries to get his
message across, rubbing at his neck and looking rather sheepish. He’d look less
ridiculous if the tent in his pants and smears of dirt and grass at his knees
were more hidden in the dark.
Breathing heavily, he gives Kokoro’s wrist a reassuring squeeze, meeting his
gaze again.
Somehow, everything Leon feels he needs to say seems to pour out of him without
any sort of filter in this one moment.
“I want you to.”
For a moment, Kokoro stares at him, unblinking. The surprise is evident on his
features, revealing that he, too, is left vulnerable by the situation to an
extent. His desires are laid bare, though Leon hasn’t thought very much about
that detail until just now. This is their secret, intimate despite how bizarre
the act of letting Kokoro treat him like an animal has to be when viewed from a
different perspective. There’s color rising in his cheeks.
“… Come on.”
He’s given no explanation before Kokoro promptly leads him over to one of the
thinner trees just off the path that leads up to the entrance. The first thing
he does is take the leash and tie it in a hard knot around the trunk. The
second thing he does is push Leon to stand with his back against it, and by
now, Leon’s heart is pounding so hard he feels like it might just burst. Like
this, he’s right in the light cast by the nearby lamppost.
“Stand like that and open your pants. Now.”
With only a weak whimper of protest, Leon lowers his shaking hands to pull his
zipper down and slip the button out of its hole. His face feels so hot, it
might be burning. He doesn’t know. How could he when the boy (who’s as cute as
a girl) he likes is doing this to him?
Kokoro lets out a sound of approval, deeper than his speaking voice, and comes
to stand right by Leon’s left side. If anyone were to spot them, he could
easily hide somewhere within the greenery and throw Leon to the wolves.
His hand slides down Leon’s clothed stomach, down into his underwear, and his
fingers waste no time wrapping around the half-formed erection still trapped
inside.
“You’re so quick.”
There’s a response at the tip of Leon’s tongue, but he loses track of it when
Kokoro pulls his cock out of his clothes and the cool night air hits his skin.
This is the most terrifying thing he’s ever done. Panic is right there, clawing
at him, making him squirm In distress, but somehow he wills himself to settle
down.
“… Good boy,” Kokoro whispers, voice shaky. His hand slides up to give the head
of Leon’s cock a squeeze, drawing out a whimper from deep in his throat.
Kokoro’s hands may be as soft as always, but the same can’t be said for how
he’s handling him. “You make a good dog, you know?”
Here, Kokoro pauses to roughly scrape his teeth along the side of Leon’s neck,
either uncaring of the resulting discomfort or reveling in it when he sinks
them down to leave behind a mark. Leon’s cock twitches in his hand, pre-come
dripping from its tip. Kokoro always knows how to stroke him and make it feel
ten times better than doing it on his own, but this is on a whole other level.
The frantic pace and lack of regard for his comfort make it next to impossible
to keep himself from thrusting into it like he’s never been touched before.
“You’re just pathetic enough, see? Losing your mind like this over looking
under my skirt— I know you peeked earlier.” Without warning, Kokoro’s fingers
suddenly close around his balls to squeeze down to the point where it just
begins to actually hurt. “Admit it.”
Leon hisses, writhing against the tree from the pain, but still pushes his hips
forward to seek more. It feels as if his whole body is overheating from a
mixture of pain and pleasure and humiliation— he’s not even thinking about what
he’s saying when he groans out an answer: “Y-yeah… I… I just…”
He’s scared. He’s so scared that someone is going to come walking down the path
at any second and see him with his cock out, wearing a collar and a leash. Even
though Kokoro said he has no plans on letting that happen, Leon is terrified—
and it feels incredible.
“I couldn’t… help it, you know?” He’s rambling now, struggling to stay
coherent. “This is… it’s so much, but I, er, like it.”
“… I’m glad.”
When Kokoro stretches up to kiss him, Leon loses whatever track of time he had
left. He’s panting and moaning into Kokoro’s mouth, now moving his hips to meet
that soft, devilish hand without a care. He looks right into the lamppost,
screwing his eyes shut against the blinding light and could swear he’s hearing
footsteps, and he can’t do this anymore—
Leon comes with a muffled shout, shaking and only barely noticing the tears
trailing down his face. He’s never, ever come this hard before. Staying on his
feet seems almost impossible. There’s no strength left in his muscles.
Everything is just pouring out of him at once, and it’s more than he can bear.
By the time he’s gathering himself, Kokoro is wiping his hand clean with a cute
little handkerchief. He’s silent for a moment, busy undoing the knot, but
breaks the silence as soon as Leon is freed from his temporary prison.
“So? Will you be my cute puppy again?”
Kokoro splays his hands on Leon’s chest. The strands of his hair that fall down
over his shoulders brush against Leon’s arms. This close and not preoccupied
with fear and feeling like he’s melting, he can see the sweat on Kokoro’s
forehead.
“Y-yeah. Yeah. Sure.” Even if he didn’t want to say yes, Leon doubts he
could’ve avoided it when Kokoro is looking at him like he wants to eat him up,
and he can feel his cock twitch in excitement at the thought alone. “Anytime.”
Maybe he’s in over his head, but he doesn’t particularly mind.
End Notes
     i tried
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