Dog on a Leash

     Even though he’s walked this Earth for countless years, Wraith had actually never been inside a love hotel, at least for its intended purpose. Generally speaking, he never really slept with humans either and he could count the times on one hand. Regardless, he was a little thrilled to see where this would go. If it was Izumi’s idea, he likely had more in mind than to just have normal intercourse. After all, if that was the case they could’ve just gone to either of their homes. 

The love hotel was one of the few that occasionally contained windows in certain rooms although they were small and shuttered, being not even a meter off the ground. Smoking was allowed in the room because of this, but he left to smoke outside to allow Izumi the time he imagined he needed to implement whatever idea he had. It was a little obvious that Izumi wanted him out of the room for a second anyway, since he pushed him to smoke outside making some excuse about stinking up the room, though Izumi specifically rented a room that allowed smoking just for him. 

While outside, Wraith ran the possible scenarios in his mind several times. Izumi had only taken charge a handful of times, so what could he possibly pull now? What required a love hotel? Was it just for the experience? He found himself getting a bit nervous. There were just too many outcomes to think of. 

Grinding his cigarette into the cement and his anxieties along with it, he paced back to the room, ultimately coming to no direct conclusion. Even with this, nothing could’ve prepared him for what he saw upon entry.

     Knelt on the floor in front of the bed was Izumi in a pair of sheer lingerie, which consisted of a bra, a short open skirt, and thigh high stockings, all attached to each other by straps. Around his neck was a leash attached to a collar, blatantly sticking out in comparison to the rest of the outfit. Obviously, the clothing did nothing to actually cover his skin as everything including his genitalia could be seen clearly. He was already in a partial erection.

“W-welcome back.” Izumi’s fingers were curled, palms between his legs in a sprawled position.

Something within Wraith broke, the dangerous mix of romantic and lustful attraction overcoming any restraint he might’ve still had. Holding Izumi’s jaw, he tilts his face upwards, barely leaning over.

“Did you touch yourself?” With an icy tone, his shoe grinded against Izumi’s member in slight annoyance, extracting a soft whimper.

“Mmn–ah–” Unable to articulate a response, Izumi nodded, then was met with a sharp sting across his cheek, painting it red as it burned in pain. But, instead of retracting, he only felt his lower-self swell and rise more.

Wraith pulled his hair back, tugging at the leash as he closed the distance between them. “Slaves only do as their told, and I didn’t tell you to touch yourself, now did I?”

He struggled to shake his head through Wraith’s unrelenting grip on both his neck and hair, hacking a gasp as he carelessly tossed him onto the bed.

“Finish yourself off then. Not even a pig would fuck you with how filthy you are right now.”

Flipping a chair over, he sat resting his arms on top, leaning against them.

If Wraith had asked – ordered – this a month ago, Izumi would’ve vehemently declined to do so, drowning in the shame and embarrassment from the thought alone. Now, things were different. Without even the smallest rebuttal, he listened. 

On the bed Izumi spread his bent legs to provide an open view of his self-pleasure. When Wraith had stepped out, Izumi had prepared prior to his arrival, so his entrance was already wet with lubricant. His fingers easily disappeared within, wading with a moist squish. Breaths shortened to light pants as he gave care to both his walls and shaft, making sure to keep his watery eyes locked with Wraith’s unnatural glow.

“Mhnn…ha..” Encircling the shaft, Izumi’s thumb pressed underneath skimming upwards. Being watched by Wraith furthered his impassioned high; after the mirror and camera, he learned about this once concealed desire. Although, Wraith didn’t seem to be impressed or pleased.

With an indifferent sigh, he briefly stretched. “You aren’t trying very hard.” For a moment his lengthy tail emerged, opening a nearby drawer and tossing his dog a silicone bone before vanishing once more. “Show me how much you want it.”

Propping the toy and himself up, Izumi listened to Wraith’s directive without complaint as he hastily lowered his hips. Whenever he masturbated in the past, it was never in such an obscene position, usually laying on his back or side. It’d be the first time he did so on his knees, let alone with a witness only a few feet away. The erotic toy had trouble staying balanced with Izumi’s aggressive squats; and as such he held it by the base while continuing to work his member.

“Ahh..~..” 

He thought about forcing a louder, more indecent moan in the hopes of exciting Wraith, but he refrained, knowing it wouldn’t work. From how he was acting currently, he knew that Wraith had full control of his desires. Something as simple wouldn’t do anything but further Izumi from his goal: Wraith. The best thing to do in this situation was simply cave into his will. A toy couldn’t do much for him. He needed Wraith.

Whimpering with glass eyes, Izumi ceased his movements and begged, “P-please…y-you–I–...I want you.”

Maintaining the same neutral expression and cold tone, Wraith stood up, rolling the sleeves to his jacket and kicking off his shoes. “Lay down.”

Wraith didn’t need to tell him, Izumi knew to keep his legs wide, but his arms above his head was his own touch. 

The bed creaked as Wraith sank beside him, though his face hovered over his own. He flung the toy out and replaced the silicone with his fingers, the sudden gestures causing Izumi to wince and squirm. A tight boil simmered within his abdomen and made its way to his private where a translucent bead already formed. It trickled down his tip, then shaft and testicles before finally arriving at his rear, getting lost in the pre-existing moisture and weaving of Wraith’s curled fingers.

“You’re so loose down here that you can take three. How would my followers react if they knew I had such a whore under my wing?” The specter’s breath was surprisingly soft and comforting against his ear, feeling more akin to a serpent’s kiss than a true endearment.

“Nhh–ha~..-!”

“I’d be quite the laughing stock you know? All those centuries of fear and intimidation gone. All. Because. Of. You.” Fangs pricked Izumi’s ear, a wet tickle and subsequent breath echoing inside, the sound chilling his spine. His free hand held Izumi’s arms in place to quell his shivers, though it couldn’t prevent his back from arching.

“Fhh–...aahh–!” Respirations against him adorned by the image of Wraith’s trademarked smirk watered his mouth and melted his tongue. Seeing this, he knew that he tamed his pet.

     Just when he was about to climax, Wraith removed his fingers and hauled Izumi onto fours by his leash while he sat upright on his knees, undoing the buttons of his shirt. He cupped Izumi’s cheeks and pinched, tether still in hand. With the proximity–or lack thereof–between his face and Wraith’s crotch, he knew what he was being asked to do. 

The belt clattered. The fly lowered. Mouth to member, Izumi took Wraith whole, nearly gagging in the process. Only using his hands initially, he stayed on fours, palms and knees resting against the sheets, figuring it’s what Wraith wanted. His usual self started to show–Izumi could tell from the way he held his hair alone. It was also comforting but discernibly sincere, unlike before. The gentle touch and Wraith’s light yet sultry moans motivated his actions, thoroughly dampening his cock and caressing it with his tongue.

“Nhh–hha-...fuck…”

As he stared at Izumi devouring his meal, an ache churned his chest until it grew enough to the point where he couldn’t ignore it any longer. Holding Izumi’s locks in both his hands, he thrust within. His teeth nearly grazed Wraith’s length in shock at the abrupt shift, but he caught himself beforehand.

“Mffgh–hkh–!” Gag reflexes threatened to kick in. If Izumi had trouble containing Wraith’s fullness before, it was amplified a hundredfold now with the addition of his aggressive impelling. Lowering his tongue, Izumi let Wraith defile his mouth and dishevel his hair.

“Sh-it–...haa-...~” Wraith’s breathing grew harsh. Every part of him wanted to continue–but he could’t. He knew himself all too well and knew the fire that’d rage within him if he ever fully satisfied himself with Izumi’s lips.

 A loud sticky pop sounded their disconnection, leaving Izumi hacking and Wraith gasping. 

Trying to redirect his desires elsewhere, he immediately dragged Izumi by his restraints and flung open the windows with a shudder. Half of Izumi’s body laid outside, only being supported by Wraith’s tight grasp on his leash and hips along with his legs around Wraith’s waist. The cold gust of wind stood his hairs and he realized how far off the ground they were. Several stories in fact. Instincts kicked in and he desperately held the hand around his tether.

“Wraith–”

“Relax, I’m not gonna drop you.”

“But out the window–?”

“You like being watched don’t you? Then hope someone’s watching.”

“Wai–ah-!”

Before he could finish, Wraith pierced his entrance and probed his walls. Izumi bit into his lip in an attempt to muffle his voice. Now that they were partially outdoors, anyone could hear them, and although he was partially afraid, just as Wraith predicted the thought grew to excite him and dwindle his fear. The window seal scraped against his back and progressively numbed the skin but he didn’t really care. Wraith’s forceful pleasure drew a blank over his mind, diminishing any thoughts or objections he may or may not have had.

“Fhh-hhaa~!...nmh-...”

Claws dug into Wraith’s hand as his heat plunged inside, electrifying Izumi’s frame. The shameless scene would be a first for both. Before, Wraith wasn’t sure why he went to such lengths and beyond with Izumi; but now, he knew. At least partially. People would do anything for those they were infatuated with, and Wraith was no different. Not so say he didn’t enjoy it himself–rather on the contrary. He’d never confess such to Lavina, but Izumi was the best he’s ever had in every aspect. Wraith felt the surge of passion and affection within as he watched Izumi’s hair sway in the breeze, his hands holding him, his yearning yet foggy gaze met with his own.

With a ragged breath, he exhaled and flinched. “Mhh-nh-...you- didn’t want to before…but now-fuck-...it feels like you keep sucking me back in…”

Izumi’s body answered before his voice could, his legs squeezing tighter, drawing Wraith closer. “Ahh~~!! Hha~-...mhh-! I-..I like it…~...ah-!....I-t…feels go-od-hhah~...really good…~” His sentiment reflected in his ushering expression that craved for more. Wraith wasn’t sure who between the two was really at will to the other. At this time though, he didn’t give it much thought.

The chilled air didn’t do much to cool Izumi’s body as it was well past the point of redemption. Hearing his own moans and the slap of his hips against Wraith’s heighten in the open space then trail off and get carried by the light wind brought the tinge in his shaft to its peak, and with the increase in aggression on Wraith’s part, Izumi knew he was as well.

“Wr-aith-! I’m–mnhaa~!..-..gonna–...come-mhnn-...”

The hand once on Izumi’s waist shifted over, holding one of Izumi’s palms in his own.

“Fuck I like you…way too much..mnhh-ha…”

Briefly mumbling something to himself, Wraith quickly shook his head and pulled Izumi closer by his restraint, muffling his final moan with a deep kiss that merged their tongues.

“Fhhmn~-!

“Nhmh…”

A thick outpour besmirched his abdomen and hole, though their oral exchange still continued after, Wraith only bringing him inside once he felt Izumi shiver from the cold as the heat provided by passion no longer blanketed him.

Izumi rubbed his entrance and the sperm that left it with a smile that was half in disbelief.

“Did you miss me that much? There’s more than usual and it’s only been a week.”

“I should be asking you that.” Scooping up the white streaks on his torso, Wraith licked the remnants with a sly smirk. Izumi tried to do the same in retaliation, but Wraith grabbed his wrist before he could, cleaning his hand with his mouth. “I’ll kill you if you do that.”

“One day I will and you won’t be able to do anything about it.”

“Mmm, keep dreaming.” Pecking his fingers, Wraith set Izumi onto the floor after removing both of their garments, including the collar and leash.

     The bed right next to them seemed far too simple of an option for the pair and it was almost comical that they decided to continue right next to it. They reunited their lips, trading the moisture inside. Usually Wraith’s mouth tasted a bit metallic with a slight burn, likely from his piercing and all the alcohol he drinks. Now, it had a faint and slight bitterness to it, which could be pointed to his earlier consumption of both his and Izumi’s orgasm, albeit only in a small amount. 

It was a strange sensation to be sure–essentially tasting his own ejaculation–but in his own unprecedented way he was able to ingest Wraith’s as well. While they passed the unnatural tang between each other, their hands coddled their partner’s length until they grew stiff in excitement once more. Wiping the saliva off with the back of his hand, Wraith licked his sharp fangs and pecked Izumi’s palm.

“If you ever feel uncomfortable or want to stop, just pat the ground, ok?” His eyes were kind but behind them Izumi could see an idea he wasn’t sure he liked, and as much as he wanted to question him, he didn’t.

“A-alright..”

With both legs sprawled over his shoulders, Wraith reinserted himself as Izumi clasped the nothingness above himself. The ground stuck to his body in an uncomfortable pull from all the procured sweat. In his desperate flailing of his limbs, Izumi longed to hold onto Wraith. Although, he did admit to himself, Wraith in his current position, with an aroused leer and vigorous drives, was more preferable and of greater priority than his desire to grasp him.

“Mhh-ah…~!”

“If I could show you…your face right now..” He chuckled an exhale, pounding him harder.

“Ahh~!! nmhh-..fhha-~~”

A caress glided across Izumi’s lower limbs, Wraith smiling as he littered them with bites and hickeys. Nails turned into claws as Wraith scratched his torso, leaving several thin trails of red in their wake. Izumi winced in pain but gripped in thrill. Without even realizing it, Wraith’s tail had slithered beside him and begun to wrap itself around his neck. By the time he had noticed, it was too late. It had coiled around several times and began to squeeze, cutting his airflow though not entirely.

His hands didn’t know what to do, fighting between instinct and desire as it debated retaliating in some way. Wraith’s earlier suggestion replayed in his mind, but…he wasn’t ready to cave just yet. “Kkh–hhg-”

“Here.” 

Wraith bent over, Izumi’s knees nearly touching his own chest. He didn’t know his own body could contort in such a way and it gave him a slight strain, only piling onto the scratches that stung his torso and back, and now, the asphyxiation around his neck. Still at a loss, his palms and nails merely pressed and slid against his collarbone, then his nape, then cheek. Through Izumi’s dimmed and blurry eyesight, he could see Wraith’s sly albeit weirdly consoling fanged smile. His body switched its focus between the tight constriction and the bolt that seemed to run wild in his privates. Gradually, they became muddled together, fusing into one predominant sensation.

“Hahh…you like it..? You-...only wring my dick like this when..you get super into it..” Wraith swallowed hard and drew closer, his harsh breaths reaching Izumi’s unarguably worse respirations, or lack of.

“Hkgh-...nhh–”

A strong thirst for Izumi’s lips plagued his heart, but he didn’t want to obstruct his breathing anymore than he already was. So, he maintained his pace and fell into the fog. Unable to think straight, Wraith’s body almost seemed to move on its own, fueled by his infatuations. He failed to realize that his claws scratched at Izumi’s back. Drops of blood leaked from the wounds and onto the wooden floors, the smell unconsciously stirring him and escalating his actions.

Since Izumi couldn’t speak and Wraith was too engrossed to notice the signs, he had only discerned his encroaching end when it presented itself nearly on Izumi’s own face due to the bent and angle of his body–the unexpected spasm eliciting the same and a near moan if Wraith didn’t rush to mute himself with his hand. The drain in Wraith’s energy caused him to release his tail although he didn’t necessarily mean to. Air burned Izumi’s throat and lungs as it rushed in while he coughed up spots of saliva.

“Ghha–!!-kh-hah–”

In the midst of trying to catch his own breath, Wraith peered at Izumi before mumbling a curse under his breath, feeling himself rise again.

     Neither were sure at what point they made it to the bed, or how the blood and cuts got cleaned up. All they knew was that by morning the only marks left were the hickeys and bites on Izumi’s legs, the bruise around his neck, and the scratches on Wraith’s arms and chest. A ringing broke their exhausted silent slumber as Izumi groaned, rolling over to grab his phone. His alarm had gone off several times, all of which both him and Wraith completely slept through. Eyes widening, the time and date sank into him.

“You-!!!” He kicked Wraith awake.

“Ugh-fuck-ow-! What!” Wraith begrudgingly sat up, rubbing his bed head.

“It’s an hour till noon!”

“So what?”

“I have work today! I was only off for one day!!”

In comparison, Wraith was quite calm, leaning back onto the bed. “When?”

“In a little over an hour, I genuinely have no time-” 

Just as Izumi tries to leave, Wraith tugs him back. 

“Wraith I don’t-”

“You do. Stay with me. Please?” The specter’s eyes glistened.

“I-..” Sighing, Izumi easily caved. “Five minutes.”

“One round.”

“No!”

“Please?”

There was something about Wraith sweetly asking that Izumi couldn’t resist, and to make matters worse, Wraith had already begun to stimulate his member.

“Mnhh…”

“Look, you can’t say no now. You’re already starting to get hard.”

The growing erection in front of and behind him clouding his judgment further, he pleaded, “Just-...ah-...shut up and-...hurry up…”

With a light laugh, Wraith moved and traced Izumi’s entrance. It was a little sticky from yesterday’s leftovers, but it was still loose and he didn’t have the time to be delicate. Propping Izumi against the headboard, he pushed himself in from behind and Izumi clenched his fists.

“Mnhh-! Don’t- grope my ass like that-!!”

“Why? You seem to like it. Just like this.” A hand over his tailbone, Wraith’s slap across his rear stung a cold burn.

“Ahh~-! Wr-aith!! You-!!!” Izumi glared over his shoulder, his gaze met with Wraith’s smile that bore his enjoyment clearly. 

The glare didn’t last long as the pleasure swept over him, his body still sensitive from the preceding night. 

“Mnhaa~-hha~~” His eyes narrowed and his head rested against the backboard, liquifying from Wraith’s thrusts.

“Mmh…” Combing his hair with his fingers, Wraith spread Izumi’s rear wider and continued unrelenting. 

The sun blared through the open window and sparkled Izumi’s naked back. Wraith’s eyes trailed up his spine to Izumi’s rustling coral hair, watching the strands as they parted and reformed into locks. Then…Izumi’s soft, melted expression. His red cheeks. His parted lips. His glossy eyes. Matter overcame mind as Wraith leaned in closer. A once steady beat in Wraith’s chest grew hot and heavy the longer he stared, quickening by the second. He hadn’t even realized he was staring until Izumi’s eyes looked back, straight at him. Instantly, he retracted, falling onto the bed.

“Wraith..?-ah-!” 

Izumi attempted to turn, but he quickly pulled him down into a tight embrace from behind, Wraith’s scratched arms wrapped around Izumi’s chest, his face burrowed into his shoulder. Against his upper back he could feel a loud rapid thumping and a burn against his cheek. Was that..Wraith’s…?

“Wraith what’s wrong..?”

“Just…stay like this for a bit. Please…” His voice was so quiet it was nearly inaudible, but if Izumi’s ears didn’t deceive him, it was quivering. Against his chest he could feel Wraith’s shortened exhales, his face obscured by the close distance and his long ombre hair.

Inside of him rushed a variation of emotions he was foreign to, but he knew the meaning of the end result. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck I’m falling for you-shit. I’m so falling for you…