writetomyheart | [Team Four] Memories of the Wild Wolf

Oh boy I am running late. This is about a 5th of the way done, but I liked this first section!

“Find it?” Sanosuke called from the other room. Sounded like he had food in his mouth.

Saitou allowed himself a wry smile, even as he sat in seiza, back to the shouji. He wouldn’t answer, his throat feeling tight as the smile left his lips. The heat of summer was upon them, gentle breeze soothing Saitou’s prickling skin, though it was more than just the warmth that had him sweating.

A bamboo cane laid next to him on the tatami, rope and silk ties on the other side of Saitou’s knees, depending on what Sanosuke preferred for the evening.

“Saitou…? Y’hear me?”

Rustling, the shouji sliding open and…

Sanosuke hid it well, but Saitou heard his faint gasp.

“All right then. If that’s what y’want t’night,” Sanosuke whispered and Saitou didn’t have to imagine the look of trepidation on his face as he came around, rice sticking to his cheek. Sanosuke smiled at him, brushing his face off. Saitou could see the sadness in Sanosuke’s eyes; he wouldn’t change his mind, however. He needed this, he wanted this.

“Thank you, Sanosuke…”

“Mmm… None of that now…” he grinned, wide, vicious, calculating. Strong hands were in Saitou’s hair and he was letting out a strangled breath as his head was yanked back, staring into Sanosuke’s dark brown eyes. “First, I want your mouth. Been hard for ya all day…”

Warmth flooded Saitou’s cheeks, he stuck out his tongue and whined as Sanosuke released his hair to brush aside the panels of his earthy kimono. So close and so warm, Saitou felt impatient, pleasure bubbling low in his abdomen as he waited and let out another whine.

“Already whinin’ like a wolf an’ I’ve not even touched ya yet…” Sano clucked his tongue, tucking his kimono into his obi to keep it out of the way before he pulled at his fundoshi and released his cock.

Saitou nearly pounced.

“Greedy wolf,” Sanosuke said with a grin, stroking his cock, growing harder as Saitou waited to taste. Pre-seed pearled at the tip and Saitou licked at his lips; patience never came easily to him at times such as these.

He whined again and Sanosuke took pity on him, thrusting his hips forward and Saitou gladly accepted the head into his mouth. Salty and bitter, Saitou let his eyes flutter shut, opening his mouth wider as he kept his hands on his thighs, allowing for Sanosuke to have utter control.

“Oh, Saitou,” Sanosuke hissed, pushing more of his length into Saitou’s throat. The urge to gag was always there but Saitou swallowed it back easily, relaxing, breathing slowly from his nose.

Sanosuke didn’t wait long to start thrusting and Saitou was thankful for it. It was rough, hard, saliva dripping from his chin as he fought to keep his breathing under control. His jaw was aching, he was moaning and so hard.

Strong fingers wound into his hair, holding him at the base of his skull, both of Sanosuke’s hands. It was a vice like grip and it had Saitou moaning around the thick length gliding between his lips. His eyes refused to stay open, but he wanted to look, look up at Sanosuke’s flushed cheeks, the way his mouth was hanging open as he took his pleasure from Saitou’s mouth.

His beautiful, cocky young buck…

Saitou reached one hand up, pulling off of Sanosuke’s cock with a pop, much to Sanosuke’s annoyance, but Saitou would not leave him wanting long. He grasped Sano’s cock at the base, teasing the head and caressed his other hand up a stalwart thigh, gripping at the heavy sac hanging at the juncture of those thighs.

“Wicked wolf…” Sanosuke whispered to him, letting his head fall back as he relaxed his grip on Saitou’s hair. He ran his tongue from tip to base, nipping at thick veins, using his teeth in a way that made Sanosuke’s breath hitch.

Saitou lapped at Sanosuke’s sac, taking one ball into his mouth and sucking before switching to the other. He almost would have worshipped his Little Bird, would it not cause more concern to well up in Sanosuke, for Saitou knew he was a wicked and cruel man even at his kindest. He smiled, moving back to Sanosuke’s length, running his tongue along the underside until he reached the tip, sucking it back into his mouth, lapping away the pre-seed, pushing his tongue under the foreskin as he teased.

He moaned, he looked up at Sanosuke and was awarded with a grin, Sanosuke swiping his tongue over his lips as he allowed Saitou this small freedom. Saitou drew in a long breath, pushing away old memories, terrible thoughts that wished to plague him even as he was in the midst of giving pleasure.

Soon, soon he would be bound, at his will, held down and tortured, because he asked for it and Sanosuke wished to please him.

Kind, Sanosuke was, but for Saitou, he could be cruel.

It was a lot to ask of his Little Bird, but never did Sanosuke turn him away or give him ill regard for the things he asked for.

Strong fingers yanked him back by his hair and Saitou opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out and whining with great effect as he watched Sanosuke on the brink, jerking his cock as Saitou went back to fisting the kimono at his knees.

“Saitou,” Sanosuke hissed, voice husky, cheeks an even deeper shade of red as he pushed his cock back into Saitou’s throat in a swift thrust. It was too much, much too fast and Saitou groaned as his eyes rolled back and his cock throbbed, the pleasure pooling low in his gut, even as he was untouched.

Mercy was not to be his and Saitou didn’t want it anyway. His jaw ached, his throat burned as he was used for Sanosuke’s pleasure. A heavy sac slapped at his chin, saliva ran down his neck and he just took.

Sanosuke’s thrusts became erratic, his nails digging into Saitou’s scalp painfully, tugging his hair as he groaned. With one last hard shove, Sanosuke buried himself in Saitou’s throat, gasping and groaning as Saitou’s nose was ground into scratchy, short hairs. It was bliss and Saitou moaned, feeling the thick cock in his throat throbbing, pulsating as Sanosuke gave a broken off cry.

Bitterness flooded Saitou’s mouth, Sanosuke pulling back so that Saitou could taste, could suck on the head as more seed coated his tongue and shot into his throat. The thrusting stopped, Sanosuke bent over, breathing hard and heavy as his cock grew soft and slipped from Saitou’s lips.

“Swallowed it all this time, ne?” Sanosuke said through heavy breathing and Saitou chose to ignore him, digging through his sleeve to pull out a handkerchief to wipe his chin.

“I always swallow, it’s not my fault when you pull away before you’ve finished spilling, Little Bird,” Saitou whispered, his throat feeling sore, but he felt more at ease than before they began.

Sanosuke laughed, still using Saitou to lean on as his knees shook. “Y’were extra eager t’night, me thinks.”

It was true, Saitou had his motives, but Sanosuke never asked after them. Saitou treasured that about his Little Bird.

Sanosuke straightened, untucking the kimono from his obi and letting it cover his groin. Saitou whined and that earned him a slap across the face, red hot blooming from where he had been struck. “Hush, wolf…” Sanosuke whispered, cooing at him as he caressed the red mark, as if he hadn’t just hit him.

The pain excited Saitou, it made him crave more. Pain washed the turmoil of his younger life back out to sea, until the tide returned it in due time.

Sanosuke would be there when it returned…

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