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:( I took a break to figure out who I was writing and the pr0n got lost
It wasn’t that Kaidoh liked pain.
Kaidoh hated pain actually, because pain slowed him down, pain was his bodies way of saying that he had pushed it too far. Kaidoh hated pain because it made him stop.
Kaidoh hated emotions too. He hated feeling pissed off, because he never had anything to do with the anger. Sometimes Kaidoh wanted to push himself to the brink, and over it, just to get rid of the anger… but his manager wouldn’t allow that. Kaidoh couldn’t afford to damage himself in that way, couldn’t afford to lose his career because he trained too hard. Kaidoh was the rising star of the tennis circuit, and his body was too expensive now for him to damage it by accident. Kaidoh couldn’t hurt anyone else either, he couldn’t get into a fight with Momoshirou, or play until he had run his trainers into the ground. No one played tennis like Kaidoh wanted to, like Kaidoh remembered it being played.
But there were some games, careful games with careful rules, that Kaidoh was still allowed to play.
“I knew you’d come to me tonight.” There was a strong hand stroking down Kaidoh’s bare back, long fingers dancing over his spine. “You won too easily.”
Kaidoh didn’t speak. That was rule number one. Kaidoh could moan, groan, hiss, or scream, but he couldn’t speak. Not unless he was going to utter the safe word. Kaidoh did, however, turn his head to look up at his nighttime companion. These visits were never arranged, Kaidoh would just show up, glad that his partner never seemed to take anyone else into his bed. Kaidoh would strip, and wait, and at eleven PM his partner would appear, always on time, always punctual.
“You have a break for a few days.” The soft fingers rubbed over Kaidoh’s sore muscles, sore from tension, from bottling emotions up and keeping them stored too much lately. “I think… the knife.”
Kaidoh hissed, a sound of agreement, and buried his face in the pillows when Yanagi moved to get their toybox.
“Some day.” Yanagi murmured as he laid the knife against Kaidoh’s skin, “Your manager is going to do something about this.”
Kaidoh hissed, at the first slight twinge of pain, blushing hotly at the thought of what Inui might do. But that would be mixing business with pleasure, and that was one thing Kaidoh refused to do.
No matter how many times it would send him running to Yanagi for release.
Kaidoh hated emotions too. He hated feeling pissed off, because he never had anything to do with the anger. Sometimes Kaidoh wanted to push himself to the brink, and over it, just to get rid of the anger… but his manager wouldn’t allow that. Kaidoh couldn’t afford to damage himself in that way, couldn’t afford to lose his career because he trained too hard. Kaidoh was the rising star of the tennis circuit, and his body was too expensive now for him to damage it by accident. Kaidoh couldn’t hurt anyone else either, he couldn’t get into a fight with Momoshirou, or play until he had run his trainers into the ground. No one played tennis like Kaidoh wanted to, like Kaidoh remembered it being played.
But there were some games, careful games with careful rules, that Kaidoh was still allowed to play.
“I knew you’d come to me tonight.” There was a strong hand stroking down Kaidoh’s bare back, long fingers dancing over his spine. “You won too easily.”
Kaidoh didn’t speak. That was rule number one. Kaidoh could moan, groan, hiss, or scream, but he couldn’t speak. Not unless he was going to utter the safe word. Kaidoh did, however, turn his head to look up at his nighttime companion. These visits were never arranged, Kaidoh would just show up, glad that his partner never seemed to take anyone else into his bed. Kaidoh would strip, and wait, and at eleven PM his partner would appear, always on time, always punctual.
“You have a break for a few days.” The soft fingers rubbed over Kaidoh’s sore muscles, sore from tension, from bottling emotions up and keeping them stored too much lately. “I think… the knife.”
Kaidoh hissed, a sound of agreement, and buried his face in the pillows when Yanagi moved to get their toybox.
“Some day.” Yanagi murmured as he laid the knife against Kaidoh’s skin, “Your manager is going to do something about this.”
Kaidoh hissed, at the first slight twinge of pain, blushing hotly at the thought of what Inui might do. But that would be mixing business with pleasure, and that was one thing Kaidoh refused to do.
No matter how many times it would send him running to Yanagi for release.