Thread by @Iracebeth3

cw: nsfw , dom/sub elements , petplay , slaveplay , overstimulation I think? Deepthroating , facefucking

#MiriTama

"You're so cute," Mirio moans, arching his back, "such a cute kitten. I'm so proud."

A long shudder goes through Tamaki's body. He probably would have+

whined, wasn't his mouth otherwise occupied. Mirio feels him force his mouth open a little wider at the praise — every inch of his body desperate to please. The obscene wet sounds accompanied by soft shy moans.

Today, Tamaki is covered in jewels. A+

thousand swarovski crystals curl around his body, making it shimmer with every movement. Fine silver chains curl around him too: two fine chains going from the claws pressing his nipples to the cage around his pretty cock, a chain from there going to the plug filling his+

ass. The plug is silver too, and it ends in a huge crystal that throws rainbows around whenever Tamaki squirms.

Aside from the crystals, two stripes of rich red silk cover Tamaki's body: the first one blindfolding his eyes and the second one tying his wrists together.

It's the prettiest thing Mirio has seen in his life — Tamaki nested like this between Mirio's spread legs, completely naked while the blond is fully dressed, completely worked up even though he's not being touched, only from choking on Mirio's cock.

Mirio smiles to himself, only a bit too hot in bis five piece suit. It took some time and preparations, but every cent spent is worth it. Now Tamaki is finally adorned like he deserves.

He looks like looted treasure — a prize only rewarded to the luckiest man alive. Mirio+

wouldn't have been surprised to have this sight receive him at the deepest chamber of a palace,: a pleasure slave covered in jewels, ready to serve his master.

The blond pets behind Tamaki's ears with a smile, almost absentmindedly. He looks at Tamaki's face for signs of+

discomfort, and he feels the smile in his face grow wider when he finds none. Tamaki seems absolutely pleased with his mouth full, working Mirio's cock down his throat as if he needed it to live. Mirio doesn't pressure him — the hand in Tamaki's hair remains as gentle as ever,+

caressing his dark hair without trying to control his movements. He knows Tamaki wouldn't mind it if he did- hell, Tamaki would probably be grateful, but he wants this to last.

Tamaki taps down his leg, then- once. A cue for a break. Mirio removes his hand from his hair so he+

can pull back without meeting resistance. Tamaki pants and gasps, lips red and swollen and glistening with saliva and precum.

Mirio wants to kiss him- he wants to part those lips with his tongue and then throw him over the couch and fuck him within an inch of his life- and+

maybe he will, later. For now, he has to sit back and watch.

Tamaki is still panting a bit, an anxious shiver to his hands. He squirms around the plug; the crystal at the end casting rainbows on the cushion's fabric. He is wiggling his hips, Mirio realizes, desperately trying+

to get some friction without asking for it.

Mirio considers touching him — work his ass on his fingers slowly, until Tamaki begged for release. /Later/, he reminds himself. For now he'll settle with letting him squirm, and enjoy those soft puffs of hot breath on his cock.

When Tamaki parts his lips again, Mirio is half-ready to hear him safeword — yellow at least. Considering how pent up he must be, it would make sense. As sorry as Mirio would be for having to stop, nothing on Earth would be worth trespassing Tamaki's limits.

But it'd seem he was underestimating him. Instead of letting out a safe word (or any word, for that matter) Tamaki simply goes back to task. He parts his swollen red lips and curls his tongue around Mirio's cock, taking him in. The pace is firm, resolute. Tamaki swallows him+

with /purpose/. As if he had been given the most important mission and couldn't let it unfinished. Mirio moans — a single open-mouthed sound that makes Tamaki's whoke body shiver. It takes every ounce of restrain he has to /not/ pull back and fuck him instead.

He promised he+

wouldn't. Not yet. So he won't, but-

But the temptation is hard to resist. Trying to restrain himself, Mirio reassumes petting Tamaki's hair. Tamaki shivers when he touches him, gagging around his cock for a second. The sound even more obscene than that wet squelching sound.

"You take me so well, pet," he mumbles, "such a gorgeous- /ah/ pet. So hot. I could- /ah/ keep you like this all day-"

Tamaki moans around his cock — a high surprised sound thst vibrates around Mirio's cock. He moans, and Tamaki shivers again, gagging again. It's funny, in a+

way, because Tamaki never gags — if he's doing it, it means he's losing control. His movements are getting sloppier with every word, with every gentle pet on his hair, with every groan and moan out of of Mirio's mouth.

Now /this/ is the perfect time to push him further.

"You feel so good around me, pet," Mirio groans, bucking his hips slightly, "so tight and wet, so /gorgeous/. I could watch you day and night... I want to come in you /so much/-"

Tamaki blushes darker, even though Mirio didn't think it was possible. Hr stops moving+

altogether, the beating of his neck growing quicker by the second.

Slowly, Mirio pets his hair and behind his ears, his right arm is completely relaxed on Tamaki's hair, even if his other hand is curled up in a fist, nails digging his palm with the effort of /not/ cumming+

just from /this/ — from Tamaki red-faced and motionless, so eager to be used.

"I want to fuck that pretty mouth, yeah?" Mirio asks, voice silky smooth and sweet, "Do you want me to fuck your throat, kitten?"

Tamaki nods — as much as he can with Mirio's cock in his mouth, anyways. But it's a nod all the same. So Mirio licks his lips, and smiles.

"You're so beautiful."

He thrusts.

"Such," thrust, "a," thrust, "gorgeous," thrust, "pet."

Tamaki moans with every thrust. Soft sounds that make his throat vibrate around Mirio's cock. Hot tears darken the blindfold around his eyes. He shivers every time Mirio moans, head to toe, so pliant and soft and /his/-

That pushes Mirio over the edge. He comes hard, pulling at Tamaki's hair to separate him from his groin. His cum paints his pet's face — white streaks painting the red silk and Tamaki's dark hair and his soft red face.

Mirio whistles, satisfied. The suit feels odd after coming — a bit too hot and a bit too sticky around his body. His legs feel boneless from shaking. He takes a few seconds to pant, to shiver, to *feel*.

Then he goes back to work.

Tamaki is panting now — the stripe covering his eyes wet with sweat and tears. His chest moves up and down rapidly, the claws in his nipples shining with the dim light. He looks absolutely ruined already, and they're just getting started.

"You took me so well, kitten" he says, using both hands to pet Tamaki's hair; one hand petting his hair and the other rubbing behind his ear, making him shiver, "such a good pet, I think you deserve a reward."

Tamaki whimpers at the word, almost sobbing. He presses his face on Mirio's knee, breath so quick and so shallow, so /desperate/-

"Do you want to come, pet?"

Tamaki nods once, still rubbing his head on Mirio's knee. It's so hot and adorable Mirio can't stop a breathy chuckle.

"Well, since you've been so good," he chuckles softly, "let's give you what you want.

Tamaki whines when Mirio grabs his waist to place him onto his lap. His thighs are shaking as Mirio fumbles with the cock cage. He only needs one hand to do it — his other hand perfectly+

nested on Tamaki's waist. It's looks so *tiny* — not that Tamaki *is* small by any means, but when compared to Mirio's massive frame, he *looks* small. Delicate. Precious.

Tamaki screams when he frees his cock from the cage — a sound between a mewl and a sob. It seems like he's about to cry — he hides his face on Mirio's neck, rubbing his face against the skin there and shaking. He probably wants to beg, but he says nothing, trusting Mirio to+

give him what he needs.

Mirio runs his fingers over the surface of Tamaki's cock. It's hard and red, the tip already adorned with a single bead of pre-cum.

"You have such a pretty cock, pet," Mirio whispers in Tamaki's ear, just to feel him shake again, "everything about you is so pretty. I'm the luckiest man in the world."

Tamaki wails at the praises, his tied-up hands grabbing hold of Mirio's suit jacket.

It takes only seconds. Tamaki moans the entire time — tiny whimpers that seem incredibly loud on Mirio's ears. Mirio feels a wet patch on his shoulder, but he can't be sure if those are tears or drool.

When Tamaki comes, it's so pretty. He whimpers on Mirio's shoulder, curling on himself, which presses the claws on his tortured nipples, making him scream. The plug is still nested between his cheeks, shimmering as he shakes.

Mirio rubs him until he's spent — downright sobbing on his shoulder as the last shudders of his orgasm die down.
Mirio smiles to himself, rubbing circles on the small of Tamaki's back. He lets his fingers follow the curve down, to the plug nested between Tamaki's gorgeous cheeks.

Tamaki whines when he touches it. His hands grab ahold of Mirio's suit jacket again. He pants and shakes, eager.

Mirio chuckles.

"Easy, pet," he says, leaving a chaste kiss on Tamaki's cheek, "we have all night."

(~end)

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