Punishment

Hisoka stared at him curiously as he was pulled up, and into Tsuzuki’s arms.

Tsuzuki slid back and guided him into the bed beside him.

“In answer to your earlier question. God, yes, I want to touch you,” Tsuzuki murmured, kissing him deeply, his hands feverishly roaming over Hisoka’s naked body as he ground against him.

Hisoka moaned with relief as Tsuzuki took his long neglected member into his hand.

“It felt so good in your mouth,” Tsuzuki murmured, stroking him. “You loved sucking my cock, didn’t you, Hisoka?”

“Yes,” Hisoka moaned, his hip bucking and seeking more friction.

“I want to fuck you,” Tsuzuki whispered, licking a trail along the boy’s jaw. Hisoka gasped and squirmed in his grip, Tsuzuki’s mouth traveling progressively lower, placing hot kisses to his throat. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Oh, yes!” Hisoka cried, nearing climax as skilled fingers caressed him.

Hisoka relished the sweet torture as Tsuzuki dipped his head to bite at his nipple, his form contorting as the languid strokes finally milked him of his release.

Bonelessly relaxed and sensitive, he shivered as Tsuzuki traveled down his body, grazing his flaccid member with the side of his face as his hands scooped his rear up from the mattress.

Tsuzuki spread his cheeks with sure fingers, brushing his entrance with a slow, circular motion, before Hisoka cried out at the unexpected feeling of a warm, wet tongue.

“Tsuzuki!” Hisoka panted, as his partner swiped wetly at his entrance, his tongue leisurely dragging upward, over his balls and past Hisoka‘s already re-awakening member, to lap at the essence splashed across the boy’s taut belly.

“So sweet,” Tsuzuki murmured, kissing his navel and nipping tenderly at the flesh of his side. Hisoka hummed with pleasure, lying limp and docile, and enjoying the way the older man played with his body. “Say my name again, like a good boy.”

“Oh, Tsuzuki,” Hisoka purred at the loving attentions of Tsuzuki’s fingers and mouth.

Tsuzuki licked his finger, probing the tight ring of muscle he’d been teasing with a experimental push.

“I don’t know if this will be good enough, pet. Do you have anything --?” Tsuzuki asked, looking up at him.

Hisoka sat up reluctantly, and fumbled through his bedside drawer, presenting Tsuzuki with tube of hand cream.

“Handy location for that,” Tsuzuki said teasingly, Hisoka not quite meeting his eyes. “You’re even more wayward than I thought. Do you keep that there for the reasons I think you do?”

Hisoka said nothing, fidgeting, and releasing a tiny breath as he was caught off guard by Tsuzuki once more pressing him down and kissing him.

“Have you been touching yourself, Hisoka, when you’re alone?” Tsuzuki whispered, uncapping the lotion with his free hand and squeezing it onto his fingers.

“No,” Hisoka whimpered in small voice, as Tsuzuki threw the bottle aside and reached down to lift one of his legs.

“I don’t believe you,” Tsuzuki said, leaning down to bite his thigh as he folded the boy’s knee back towards his chest. He smoothed the slick fingers of his other hand once more over puckered flesh, easing his finger inside. “I’d love to know what you fantasize about. Should I make you tell me?”

“Th -- this,” Hisoka hissed, as Tsuzuki added another finger inside him, stretching him. Tsuzuki captured his lips once more at the confession, stilling his shuddering form as he prepared him.

“Are you ready?” Tsuzuki asked, placing Hisoka’s leg over his shoulder and guiding himself toward his passage.

“Take me,” Hisoka pleaded, as Tsuzuki pulled out his fingers, and grasped his hip, pushing himself inside.

Hisoka grunted at the sensation of being stretched and filled, Tsuzuki digging his nails into his thigh and crying out.

Hisoka felt his inner walls clamp around the intrusion as Tsuzuki made an almost visible effort to still his hips.

“Do it. Fuck me,” Hisoka said, huffing heavily as he got used to the pressure.

Tsuzuki panted with exertion as he began to thrust steadily, sweat pouring down his face and eyes closed in ecstasy. Hisoka watched him in awe, feeling that he’d never looked sexier than at that moment, as he dominated the younger man in a way that he had only dreamed of.

His vision blurred for a moment, and he could only feel the overwhelming sensation of Tsuzuki driving into him, as he writhed with unimaginable elation.

“There! Please, harder,” Hisoka moaned, his hands gripping the iron bed frame above him tightly.

Tsuzuki pulled his hoisted leg up even further, almost turning him sideways as he plunged into his body with renewed enthusiasm.

Hisoka’s mind was a tangled mess of nearly incoherent thought as he tried to focus on the excitement of being claimed so entirely by the powerful, gorgeous man he was so filled with longing for. He grasped at every detail he could register in this state, from the way his small futon creaked and banged against the wall, to the hungered, half-lidded gaze above him that made him feel so wanted and desirable for the first time in his life. He climaxed hard, with a cry that left him hoarse, as he continued to moan softly while Tsuzuki rode out his pleasure.

Tsuzuki’s pounding became more erratic, as he jerked forward, nearly pressing Hisoka’s knee completely back, as he came deep within him.

Hisoka’s leg slid from Tsuzuki’s shoulder, as the older man wound his arms around him, his spent member still inside him as he gasped for breath. Hisoka possessed his mouth with his own, finding it cool from indrawn breath, and feeling an overwhelming sense of relief and liberation. Tsuzuki kissed him back passionately, before rolling of him with a contented sigh.

“I never imagined it would happen quite like -- that,” Tsuzuki said with a small smile. Hisoka nestled into his side, too exhausted to even think of cleaning up the mess they’d made just yet, and too sated to bring himself to move.

“Yeah, me neither,” Hisoka murmured, adding softly, “I liked it though.” Tsuzuki kissed the top of his head, pulling him closer.

“So I guess with all that tension resolved between us, we’re not going to bicker nearly as much,” Tsuzuki said, grinning. Hisoka raised an eyebrow, turning his face upward.

“If anything, I think this will make me pick fights with you more often,” Hisoka said, his green eyes flashing with mischief.

“Oh,” Tsuzuki said, laughing somewhat uneasily, “Right, I guess it will.”

“One day, I might just turn the tables, and teach you a lesson,” Hisoka said with a yawn as he drifted into a calm, dreamless sleep.

“I look forward to it,” Tsuzuki whispered to the slumbering boy before closing his own eyes.

A/N: There is a sequel, entitled "Reward".