Title: whimsy
Rating: M
Fandom: Slow Damage
Relationship: Madarame Kei/Towa
Wordcount: 760
Short summary: Their post-fight arena ritual is up to Madarame’s whims. So those words are probably, too.
10 PM. In a dimly-lit room, Towa is face down, his hands gripping the sheets while Madarame takes him from behind.
Fucking may be a post-fight arena ritual, but it’s not like it ever goes the same way twice. Depending on Madarame’s whims, it could be anywhere from right next to the door they just entered to the bench everyone sits on to waiting until they reach an actual bed. And it could be anything from a rough hand job to a rough fuck against the wall to a slow fuck with way too many kisses for Towa’s liking.
Tonight seems to be a somewhat extended round, likely because both of their matches had been short and thus Madarame is likely using Towa for the entertainment he had expected and didn’t receive. Towa wouldn’t mind only if the pace could go faster. If Madarame is just going to move his cock in and out of Towa’s hole at a molasses pace, then Towa is never going to come. Well, he doesn’t need to come but… what even is this? Is Madarame even having fun?
A few minutes later, enough time for Towa to wonder if he should provoke Madarame by shoving his ass up higher or lashing out with his legs, he feels a burst. Wait, fuck, how did Madarame manage to get off with this slow-ass pace? At least the feeling of cum dripping out his ass makes Towa a little happy. Words slip out of his mouth before he can control himself.
“How many times are you… tonight?”
Madarame laughs loudly as he pulls out completely. “I’ll stop when I feel like it. Turn over.”
He pushes Towa’s body before Towa can even attempt it himself and shoves Towa’s legs apart so he can thrust his cock right back inside Towa’s hole. And laughs once more upon seeing Towa’s visage.
“I do love the expression on your face. That glower. Too bad my opponent tonight was such a wimp. Yours, too but…”
He kisses Towa briefly on the mouth. “Your face is mine.”
The annoyance inside Towa builds. A shitty first fuck and then this kiss nonsense. “Shut up.”
Madarame chuckles. “Your neck.” He nips on the left side briefly. “Your shoulders.” He lightly bites the top of the right shoulder. “Your chest.”
“Don’t you dare pull all the way out.” Towa hisses like an angry cat and digs his fingers into Madarame’s shoulders just as Madarame’s teeth scrape against Towa’s left nipple. If only his fingers had claws…
“Hm? I thought you were wondering how many times I’d fuck you tonight. Maybe I’ll stop right now.” He smirks at the souring of Towa’s expression. “Oh, that’s a nasty glare.”
“Just fuck me.” The way Towa wants to be fucked is clearly implied by the impatience.
“Maybe I should piss you off enough that you try to hit me. Give me a real fight.” Madarame’s smirk widens. “Oh, I know you’d do it.”
“Can you just… fucking decide something?”
A moment passes, before Madarame thrusts in deep and causes Towa’s back to arch like a bow. “Alright.” He sounds satisfied. “Fight me.”
Fighting as in Towa pushes hard against Madarame with his hands just as Madarame secures and stabilizes his hold on Towa’s spread legs, as Madarame uses his larger body and weight to pin Towa down and uses hard and fasts thrusts to keep Towa’s body tingling. Trembling, finally, from the violent pleasure he craves most.
Towa comes at some point in the middle of Madarame’s fucking in this position, and then Towa is pushed upright and back shoved against the wall so Madarame can shove his cock into Towa’s hole from another angle and Towa comes again and knocks his head back against the wall and…
In the haze, while his mind is still as scattered as their clothes and shoes and plastic bags have become across the floor of their rented shithole of the week… He thinks Madarame says something a little unusual. He doesn’t think it is sweet; he refuses to believe it is sweet.
“You’re my partner.”
That has to be possessive. They don’t work any other way.
“And I’ll never give you up.”
When Madarame’s mouth closes over Towa’s, Towa bites. He fights Madarame’s tongue with his own. Yes, if there is going to be kissing, it better be hot and messy. They fight: in the arena, for money and whimsy, and in the bedroom, for…
Towa decides he’ll leave his mind scattered on the floor as Madarame takes him once more…