The Power of an Oversized Shirt

      By the time things had settled down, Wraith had finished his drink and Izumi’s food went cold, but he was full anyway. They had been out all day going from door to door trying to unravel Hodaira and quite frankly, they never wanted to hear anything about the town ever again. Unfortunately, Izumi still had to turn all the information they received into a coherent article, though that was a problem for later. 

In preparation for bed the two had shifted into more comfortable clothing, Wraith reducing to only his beltless slacks as he usually did, while Izumi wore a dress shirt provided by Wraith under his robe. The baggy dress shirt didn’t fit him in the slightest, with the sleeves extending well beyond the tips of his fingers and the end reaching to about the middle of his thighs. To Wraith’s fortune and dismay, he only noticed this when they had both already made their way under the covers. And, a part of Wraith snapped, in both a good and bad way.

Smiling uncontrollably, he teased, “If you wanted to have sex you could’ve just asked.”

“W-what?!” Izumi tossed a pillow at Wraith, his ears on fire and jumping in his skin. “You were the one who gave me the stupid shirt!”

“Huhhhhh? I think you’re imagining things.” Canines still peeking from his wide grin, he jokes with Izumi more.

“I can’t handle you.” A defeated sigh leaves him, knowing that the more he says, the more entertainment he provides for Wraith. Even his baffled statement is utilized for fun.

“More like you’re the only one who can handle me.” Putting the pillow aside, Wraith crawls closer, holding Izumi’s hand and pecking his cheek.

Mumbling, he tries again to not promote his antics, “It seemed like Lavina could handle you just fine.”

“Pfft- sure. In your eyes. We’re like oil and water. The reason that we broke up is because she can’t handle me, and I can’t handle her. What, you getting a little jealous of my ex?”

“HUH-no!” Whipping his inflamed head away, Izumi could feel his heart beating out of his chest. Wraith couldn’t take it any longer. The embarrassment which overwhelmed Izumi was too cute in his eyes and his desires finally overcame him.

     A sudden push onto the bed sealed Izumi’s fate, and his lips. The intimate tension from earlier rushed back to them, any care or leisure pace that may have been considered thrown away. Streams bounced between the two locked tongues as Wraith furiously undid his partner’s clothes. With Izumi’s oversized shirt now lying open, his adorable torso was unprotected from his grasp. Almost in a territorial manner, Wraith left a stream of hickeys on his body, leading from his neck all the way to his happy trail. 

There was an odd sense of enjoyment that Izumi received from stroking Wraith’s hair, and his current maneuver allowed him to fulfill that unusual craving to its fullest. And with this, something sparked inside of him. A fervid desire to do something he never thought of before. In fact, before the thought frightened him. Yet, in the heat of the moment, it started to creep into his thoughts, whispers turning into a high pitched demand. Until finally, he listened.

Izumi held Wraith by his shoulders and pushed him back onto the bed, so that now he was the one facing up, while Izumi mounted him. Wraith’s wide, albeit welcoming, eyes clearly egged him on more.

“I-I wanna do it this time. You’re always focusing on me, so I want to do it for you.”

“Obviously I don’t mind, but you don’t have to you know.” Is what he says, but he prays that Izumi doesn’t change his mind.

“It’s fine, like I said, I want to.”

There was no further rebuttal from Wraith’s end, allowing Izumi to take charge. Now, with being the one leading, Izumi realized how much confidence it takes as not only does he have to adequately please his partner, but he has to do it while Wraith is giving him his full undivided attention. At the least as cocky as Wraith is, he has a major soft spot for Izumi, so just his attempt is enough to get his blood rushing. 

On the other side of things, Izumi’s blood was rushing in a different way, more in anxiety and nervousness than being aroused; and knowing he would feel even worse if he let his cowardice overcome him, he pushed himself to see it through. Gathering his courage, Izumi set his hands onto Wraith’s torso for support, rested himself on Wraith’s shaft, which was currently in a semi, and stroked the full length with the lower half of his body. 

He tried his hardest to avoid eye contact with Wraith, looking anywhere he could that wasn’t him. The sheets, his own hands, Wraith’s abdomen. Knowing full well that Wraith was taking in the sight and solidifying the memory. Still, Izumi knew he had to be doing something right, feeling the rising heat of Wraith’s body along with a throb and swell in his groin. A warm comforting hand nuzzled against his thigh, catching Izumi off guard and raising a glance up in surprise.

“You’re doing alright, don’t worry.”

     The power of eye contact proved strong once again, and with Wraith’s reassuring words, Izumi had regained his vigor and determination to continue, if Wraith’s positive physical reactions weren’t enough already. Instead of being fearful, he was now aching to have Wraith inside of him. In an anxious rush he sat up right and straightened Wraith’s member, lowering himself onto him without so much of a bit of hesitation, Wraith though was worried for him, since he didn’t loosen himself at all, and in the midst tried to stop him, coming to a half sit up.

“Wait Izum-mmn–” 

Fortune was in Izumi’s favor, as it most definitely would’ve strained him to be so hasty despite Wraith always ensuring to null the pain with magic. Regardless of this fact, it was still risky to insert him without any preparation, considering that Wraith now felt like his dick was about to get torn in half. He didn’t voice this concern though, as oddly enough, it felt strangely thrilling. Izumi forced Wraith deeper inside until there was no space left to fill, eliciting a sharp exhale out of both. This time, it was Izumi’s turn to ease his partner.

Resting his forehead against Wraith’s and a delicate hand on his collarbone, Izumi stole a sigh from Wraith’s lips. His heart full of fervor, Izumi read Wraith’s radiant contrasting eyes with the softness of his own. 

“Wraith, I’ll be alright, trust me. What’s the worst that can happen? It’s not like I can break a bone or anything.”

Lightly chuckling, Wraith’s worries seem to fade. “Pfft, you’d be surprised what happens to people sometimes.”

“Oh yea?”

Another kiss is exchanged.

“Your confidence is starting to rival my own now. Maybe Neio’s right and I am rubbing off on you.”

“And you being so on edge is very like me.”

When they had first slept together, there was evidently more lust than love behind the act. Yet now, whether they realized it or not, they were beginning to become more fond and affectionate of the other, which conveyed adequately through their trade of flirtatious remarks. A sense of solace and openness was greatly mutual, and soon, they would grow steadily more aware of their temporarily underlying sentiments.

“Then, cowboy, if you’re so cocky now, let’s see if you can tame this horse.”

Easing Wraith back onto the bed, Izumi resituated himself on his saddle. “I’d move to the city if I had a horse as talkative as you.”

Izumi raised himself, but not enough for Wraith’s tip to slip out, and squatted again, Wraith struggling to keep his own hungering impulses in the meanwhile. There was a certain rhythm that had to be found which was a balance between comfortability on Izumi’s end and pleasure for both. It wasn’t hard to please Wraith in this case, however. Just the image of Izumi independently moving his hips on top of him was all that he needed. 

He was less concerned with the act itself and was more focused on studying Izumi’s expressions. A cute concentration, a form of aha when he finally grew accustomed, the sensual contortions with his face alit in flames, letting himself dissolve and fuse with Wraith. And when he was finally comfortable, Izumi returned Wraith’s gaze with a seductive one of his own. 

At this point, he knew Wraith’s buttons, and he was determined to thrust him over his limits before he reached his own to finally repay him for months of mockery. He knew that Wraith was infatuated with the picturesque frame before him, so he decided to give him a clear view. Izumi removed his arms from the sleeves of Wraith’s robe, keeping the hood on just so it didn’t remove itself from his person. He pushed the fabric aside so it dangled behind his shoulders rather than allowing it to conceal Wraith’s view. For more exposure, he rolled the teal shirt’s sleeves to his elbows to reveal more of his skin. And finally what stirred Wraith the most: Izumi’s alluring voice. The bedroom, being solitarily located on the far end of the estate, allowed for Izumi to be as vulgar and feverish as he wanted.

“Wraith–mmnh~...hhaa~!”

His charmful spell worked wonders and fast. For the first time since their initial sexual encounter, Wraith had his hand over his mouth, teeth baring into his finger as he firmly gripped Izumi’s thigh. And then, in a low, soft exhale, “...fuck..hahh…”

A slow sense of triumph started to take over Izumi; he was nearly there. Just a little more. Another slight push.

“Ahh~-nhmm-...Wrai-th-ahh~~!!”

Wraith was audibly heaving harsh breaths, trying to quell himself to no avail. Then, Izumi felt a pulsation within himself. He dug his fingernails into Wraith’s torso, trying to hold himself back. It didn’t matter when he reached his limit, as long as it was after Wraith. Telling himself this, he tried to sustain himself through his clasp on Wraith, knowing full well he was nearing his end as a stream of precum flowed out of his beating shaft, trickling outside of Izumi’s entrance. With this, an idea came to his mind: a feint.

“I-ca-an’t-! I’m-!”

“Mnhh..shit-...Izu-mi-...”

A surge of a heavy fluid poured and flooded inside of him. He won. But his celebration was short lived, as shortly after he too relieved himself. It didn’t matter though. At the end of the day, Wraith still came first, and he was going to enjoy rubbing it in.

     It took everything that Izumi had to pull off such a feat, leaving him out of breath and helpless. The lower half of his body was sensitive and weak, barely managing the strength to remove himself from Wraith’s crotch. If Izumi had any doubt that Wraith felt gratified after the fact, the river of Wraith’s seed that stained not just his rear, but his thighs as well as it leaked down showed this fact clearly. 

A deep sigh spilled out of Wraith as he sat up from the bed and gathered himself, while Izumi removed himself from Wraith and seated onto the sheets, trying not to show his exhaustion. When he finally regained his breath, he flaunted his victory.

“What was that...about me taming a horse?”

It would’ve been Wraith’s turn to avoid eye contact if he wasn’t trying to maintain what was left of his superiority, but he still managed to make him flush, albeit only a little.

“Shut up.” He scowled half heartedly, with more affection than anger behind it.

Leaning in, Izumi cockily smirked and crawled closer, “You came first.”

Wraith sighed, “And? You want a prize?”

“I want you to say it.”

Now Wraith was the defeated one, and he humbly accepted it, knowing that Izumi’s pestering would only continue if he didn’t comply. “...I came first.”

“And…?”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m a broken man, Izumi. You killed me. You didn’t just tame me you slaughtered me.”

“Oh. I wasn’t expecting all that but I’ll take it hehehe.”

As a prize for abiding by his antics, Izumi provided a slew of kisses, many of which were quick pecks on the lips.

“I assume you're done reveling in your victory then?”

“Yes, yes I am.” 

Izumi was beyond proud of himself, and Wraith partially didn't mind because he thought it cute. Especially since it was the first time that he ever beat Wraith in anything. The recent triumph was soon to be short lived as Wraith had already made plans to make Izumi eat his words. The lack of the disappearance of Wraith's smug demeanor began to stir an anxious anticipation in Izumi's now fluttering chest. And of course, at this point, he knew Wraith well enough to know he would return the favor, but he held hope he would be generous anyway.

“Well, I hope you enjoyed it.” And within a flash, Izumi's hope was gone and he could do nothing but accept his punishment. In a fell swoop Wraith lifted him off the bed and shifted to the wall beside it, Wraith now standing and carrying Izumi.

“What are you-?”

“Teaching you a lesson about bragging.” He stood Izumi on his feet, facing him towards the wall.

“But we just did!” Izumi tried to turn in refutation but Wraith only slammed him harder, his overwhelming weight sandwiching Izumi between him and the wall.

“And you said that last time but who made us get a noise complaint?” Pressed lips and a shattering will reflected in Izumi from the reminder he didn't want or need. “You need to improve your stamina if you're really trying to keep up with me. The day you outlast me I'll let you hog all the glory you want, but not today.” The cloak rustled, as though alive and sentient, reacting to his words. It grew shorter in length, reaching to Izumi's waist instead, and the hood lowered on its own, the robe now being supported by the reinserted sleeves. “I’d prefer to see your face, so you can’t hide in my clothes.”

     Mentally Izumi had cussed out the red mantle and its inherent loyalty to Wraith, refusing to vocalize this annoyance as he realized how daft he would sound being angry at a piece of fabric. In the middle of this, Wraith had lifted Izumi's shirt and leg, his knee nearly reaching his chest, allowing for his rear to become more exposed with the combination. A light breeze sent a shiver down his spine, giving him a reminder of the now cold liquid remnants that still stained him, followed by Wraith wedged between his cheeks. 

Although Izumi always vehemently protested whenever these events occurred, he never fought for long as deep down, he was immensely thrilled by it. Never did he think he would like or come to like a more controlling intimate relationship, but as Wraith once said, there is a first time for everything. And... perhaps that's why he was gentle to begin with. It was evident Wraith was capable of more, but he was only exposing Izumi to small doses. Letting him gain a tolerance before increasing it once more. It made him wonder...what else lay in store? By their subsequent encounter how else would he tease him? Dominate him? The thought alone excited him. For now though, he wasn't ready to bring himself to vocalize this sentiment. 

A purr against his ear brought him back to the present moment. His punishment.

“If you try to hide your face or voice, next time I’ll fuck you in front of a mirror, and I’m sure you wouldn’t like that if you wouldn’t even meow in front of a camera for me.” Ombre hair brushed against Izumi's skin and the light nibble on his ear caused his frame to tighten and quiver. Little did Wraith know, the idea of intercourse in front of a mirror tantalized Izumi, and for a moment, he thought about purposefully pushing Wraith to do so, but he already knew that for the time being, twice was his limit, and the last thing he wanted was for his mind to break.

“Would you look at that?” Soft breath still grazing his ear, Wraith delicately traced a thin line on Izumi's adorable erection. Starting from the bottom, making his way to the tip, Izumi's fingernails digging into his palms in an effort to prevent himself from covering his mouth.

“Mnnh-hahh….”

Pleased with his compliance, Wraith's fingers lightly circled his tip before wrapping around and pressing against the crevice.

“Weren’t you the one who didn’t want to do it again? This says otherwise.” A not-so gentle reminder from behind revealed the lingering threat to Izumi. Pleasure from both the front and back. He was already sensitive from before, knowing he wouldn’t be able to last more than thirty seconds if Wraith proceeded with his devious plan, so Izumi had to come up with his own to stop it. If he could just shift his attention...

Shamefully, Izumi pleaded, “...Please just...put it in…”

Revenge was bitter sweet, and milking it was Wraith’s utmost priority, so he removed his hand from Izumi’s tip and relocated it to his hip instead, his other still lifting Izumi’s leg. Using his leverage on Izumi’s hip, he bore down on him once more.

“Put what in?” Although Izumi couldn’t see his face clearly, he could feel Wraith’s arrogant yet flirtatious smile. This was a predicted outcome, and already coming to terms with this, Izumi’s response came out a bit easier.

“Your dick...please put your dick inside me…”

Removing the bulk of his weight from Izumi, Wraith teased him one last time, “See? You’re getting better at this.” 

Fortunately or unfortunately, Izumi wasn’t sure. 

Without so much as a warning, Wraith rashly filled him with ease, exerting a slight gasp from Izumi. A self-fulfilling prophecy and fear began to swarm his mind: he wouldn’t last very long and any slight leverage he had over Wraith would be lost. This fear only worsened with each forceful drive and it soon became incredibly evident that this was his aim. The urge to sink his teeth into his lip or hand to focus his attention elsewhere overwhelmed him, but–he couldn’t. Izumi knew that Wraith’s earlier threat wasn’t a bluff, being a man with no shame and only controlled by his own desires and impulses.

“Slo-w-ah-!...Downm-hn~-”

Through his raspy breaths, Wraith ignored Izumi’s plea. “I wouldn’t be disciplining you properly if I was gentle...now would I?” 

As though to spit on his request some more, Wraith thrusted deeper, the palms of Izumi’s hands screaming in pain from how hard he was clenching them. Yet despite this, he still couldn’t break his attention away from the ravaging of his insides. And then...Izumi felt a bolt tear through him and his heart nearly lept out of his body. Immediately he tried to pivot around but Wraith only pushed him back onto the wall.

“Wai-t–ahh~–!”

“Is it here then?” To test his theory, Wraith probed the area again and Izumi’s instant reaction gave it away; his body jolted and his leg felt like it was being swept from under him.

“Mnhgn-hha~ah...Nnot–hhaa~...there…–!”

     Arrogance and temptation began to worm their way into Wraith's movements as he slows his pace and toys with his prey. Impatience. Wraith knew that Izumi was becoming less shy the more he pushed Izumi over the edge of innocence. That if he held out the bait Izumi would become entrapped of his own volition. And he was right. The grip on his palms loosened and his breaths quelled. An itching thirst craved for fulfillment. Leisure, gentle thrusts weren't enough to satisfy him, and steadily, the urge to voice his desire crawled from his chest to his throat until finally, it spilled out.

“Hah-...harder…”

“You’re gonna have to try better than that.” The devil over his shoulder whispered into his ear.

“P-please..fuck me harder…–” 

No sooner had the word left his lips did Wraith oblige with a pleased smirk. He violently pounded into him with discernable lust and vigor. Throughout the immense room could the lewd squelches and pummels be heard, which extended to the nearby exterior corridors, albeit faint and muffled. Unbearable sweat and heat poured out of Izumi; while Wraith’s thick coat was not helping in the slightest as it only served to worsen his condition.

“Ngh~-! Ahh~mnhf-aahh~~!!”

Wraith tried to shake his wavy hair away from obstructing the delightful image before him. In the cage that Izumi found himself in there was only more traps ahead, as Wraith wasn’t ready to ease the pressure. 

“What was it...that..hahh...Neio asked me? Are you my girl?” A hand slid between Izumi’s strands of hair, a soft voice tingling his ear. “Why don’t you answer that for me?”

Izumi’s mind was too scrambled and fogged to even process the question, nor his own unconscious response. “Mnnah~-I-I’m-hha~-! Y-your mngh-girl-ah~ ha~-”

Wraith’s grasp shifted lower and snaked around Izumi’s tip, only lightly stroking to tease.

“Do you want to cum?”

“Y-yes-fhah~~-!”

“Ask.” To prevent his release, Wraith clasped onto him, pressing his thumb against his urethra which was already excreting a thin stream of clear fluid and throbbing in his hand. Part of the sentiment for this was located behind his wish to satisfy himself as well, and it was evident that at this rate, Izumi would finish much sooner before he did.

“P-plea-ahh~!! Please...let me c-cumm-mnhh–”

“I didn’t say beg. I said ask.”

Gloss stained Izumi’s eyes, being well past what he could take, his frame quaking in Wraith’s arms. “Wr-Wrai-ahh~-th~! Fhaah..~-!! C-Can I c-cum- nmfh~” The wall didn’t provide the support he desperately needed as his limbs began to fail him. Only Wraith’s firm hold kept Izumi on his feet, or else he would’ve caved long ago.

Wraith wanted to savor every living second, seizing any opportunity to make this anymore excruciating for Izumi, so he continued his picky behavior. “May.”

“M-mnh-ahh~~!! M-mnm-ay I ple-ase- cu-m--mn-Wr-aithh–ahh~-hhah~–!”

Finally satisfied, Wraith allowed Izumi to liberate himself, semen splattering out and onto the black stone wall, nearly blending in with the streaks of white already carved into the stone. At the same time, Wraith had left another gift inside of him before removing himself, freeing his hold on Izumi. The power and will drained from his body, his legs gave out immediately and Wraith had to catch his fall.

Izumi laid limp in Wraith’s arms, too shaken and breathless to move an inch. A little remorse floated around in Wraith’s chest, but he figured, or at least hoped, that Izumi wouldn’t be too upset later. Like a bride in the arms of their groom, Wraith carefully carried Izumi off the ground and to the secluded bathhouse.