This work is a Fantasy.
Written Kinks: Oral Sex, Asphyxiation/Breath Play, Deep-Throating, Pet Play, Scent/Musk, Faux Transphobia
Chapter Text
Chat this is a work in progress, I'm legit just giving you something to read while I finish the whole thing up because I'm fucking impatient
Background noise from the TV didn't do much to pull Akuji away from his phone screen. He was sitting on the ground, with his back against the couch. Weird habit of his, his roommate always judged him for preferring the floor over the couch. She fortunately wasn't here to say anything about it this time, since she was at work. Though, when he was on his days off, there was nothing to do but scroll on his phone and use something as background noise. His college assignments were already done, he never cared for studying, and all the chores in the house were more or less finished.
The sound of the door knob made Akuji perk up. His head whipped around from the couch, tense. Did he ask someone to come over a few days ago and forgot? Or-
"Sup." Atlas greeted as he swung the door open. Akuji's body relaxed and he sighed as he turned back to his phone screen. It was just Atlas, one of Akuji's very few friends that had permission to walk straight inside his apartment. Atlas must've picked up on Akuji's irritation, though. A little smug, Atlas stepped over towards the couch and leaned against the armrest. "What? I thought you'd be glad to see me."
"As if," Akuji scoffed as he continued to stare down at the pixels. "Did you at least tell Madi that you were coming over?"
"Yeah, yeah, she knows."
"Good."
There was a small pause of silence for a moment. Atlas flickered his eyes towards the TV, Akuji, and Akuji's phone. "Why are you on the floor?" Akuji shut his phone off and craned his neck to look up at Atlas.
"Because I like the floor."
"You have a couch."
"And I have a floor."
With a sigh, Atlas walked around and sat down on the couch. "Fair enough." Kind of a bummer that Akuji was acting the way he was. At this point, Atlas was used to these kinds of switching shenanigans. He's been friends with Akuji long enough. "So, who is it in there?" Akuji paused in his scrolling and slowly turned his head over with a tired glare.
"...What?"
"It's Collin, isn't it?"
Akuji's glare deepened and he rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure, whatever. Fuckin' weirdo…" Akuji shut his phone off with a click and turned towards the TV screen this time.
"What?"
"What?"
"What's weird?"
"You memorized who's who. That's fucking weird."
"I don't know, I feel like that's the bare minimum for being friends with someone like you guys."
"Oh, whatever, shut up." Akuji felt like he was going to get a migraine. First Eel, now Atlas.
Though, Atlas was enjoying this. Teasing Akuji like this was always the fun bit and he did come here with an idea anyway.
Travelling in this hot state was not for the weak, he had to admit. He didn't know Akuji did it at all, living here. With all that travelling, he felt all hot and sweaty. Atlas' clothes felt uncomfortable to wear, even as he flapped his upper shirt to fan himself. And if that wasn't enough, he did have something to deliver to Akuji. It was just an idea years ago at first, and he doubted Akuji would remember the idea, but he got him a few gifts. This would be a great way to give Akuji one of them.
Atlas leaned back into the couch and eyed Akuji as Akuji tried to keep his focus on the TV. Though, Akuji could hear Atlas rustling around towards his 8:45. Before Akuji could say something about it, Atlas already opened his mouth. "Better quit that mouth of yours."
"Or what?"
"I'll shut you up myself."
Akuji only scoffed. "What're you gonna do? Put a muzzler on me or something? If you don't like how I talk to you, then you're just gonna have to make m-..." He turned his head to face Atlas, and for a moment, he had forgotten he was vexed by the surprise visit. In Atlas' hands, there was a yellow leather collar paired with a long chain leash and a cat-shaped nametag—"Collin." Akuji just stared at it for a solid ten seconds before he realized he'd been quiet for too long. "...Why do you have that?" Atlas didn't answer. He just smirked and stood up from the couch. Atlas' form towered over Akuji, who couldn't do anything but look up and down as he struggled to process what he should do or say.
"Color?"
Akuji swallowed hard. He could already feel his heart beating out of his chest. Akuji was far from experienced in this kind of thing, unlike Atlas. But at the same time… "Green." He spoke before he could think, but he regained his bearings after what felt like forever and remembered all the things Atlas said he'd do to him. "You're not making me wear that."
"Who says I'm 'making' you?" Akuji's eyebrows furrowed as his eyes flickered up at Atlas. Atlas can't help but be amused by Akuji's tone. He sounded so irritated and indifferent about the situation, but the nervous glint hiding in his eyes said otherwise. It was going to be so satisfying once he manages to tear down that act of his. "You're going to let me put it on you."
Akuji just huffed. "I'm not going to do that." He moved to stand up, but he was forced to stop as he felt Atlas' hand grip and pull the roots of his hair. Akuji took in a sharp breath as he felt his cheek press up against Atlas' crotch. He could feel how hard Atlas was. It was throbbing and twitching against his cheek, the thin fabric of Atlas' jeans doing very little to hide the massive shape. The smell that seeped through the denim almost distracted Akuji from the tingling warmth he felt in his lower body. "D-dude-..."
"Come on, be a good boy now, Collin." Atlas' smirk widened as he watched Akuji's resolve begin to break already. This was a lot more fun and easier to do in person than Atlas thought it'd be. "You know you want this, pup~."
A shudder ran down Akuji's spine. The stinging sensation of his hair being tugged on was overshadowed by the reluctant arousal that began to boil in Akuji's gut. His breath hitched as he inhaled the scent of Atlas' hot sweat that had accumulated from walking around that is the oven of the outside world. Akuji managed to tear his eyes away from the massive cock that pressed against him and glared up towards Atlas. But he didn't say anything snarky this time.
Atlas knew that look in his eye. "That's a good boy." Atlas let Akuji's hair go and casper it around Akuji's delicate looking neck. His eyes lingered on Akuji's pale skin for a second longer than he meant. Atlas so badly wanted to pull Akuji up to his level and sink his teeth into such pretty skin. But bite marks will be saved for another time.
The chain leash was wrapped around Atlas' hand a few times and gave it a test tug, which made Akuji pull back on the leash on instinct. Atlas' eyes narrowed just a bit, but he was patient. He had to be with this kind of brat. "Come on, now…" The leash was tugged harder, and Akuji was pulled forward. Not quite up against Atlas' crotch again, but pretty close. "Stay." Akuji's glare hardened at the command, but to Atlas' delight, he listened.
The situation had certainly escalated fast. One moment, Akuji was doom scrolling on Twitter, and in the next, some asshole that he tolerates enters unannounced and collars him. He didn't know what he hated more; the fact that he's not hating this treatment at all or the intense arousal coursing through his veins. There was this ache that was screaming at him—a need for friction. Akuji clenched his jaw and just followed Atlas' hand.
Atlas reached into the waistband of his jeans and pulled Akuji a little closer. "Use that smart mouth of yours." Akuji huffed in slight irritation and looked down towards the button and zipper. He didn't know if he wanted to pull back on the leash harder or just obey. The hesitation was not lost on Atlas, so he pulled his thumb out of his waistband and raised Akuji's gaze with his hand. He knew this was something they both wanted, but whether they were both ready was the question. "Need a bit of time?"
With a blink of silence, then two, Akuji didn't say anything for a moment. He didn't know if it was because his heart was racing too fast or if it was because everything was moving faster than he anticipated. Or maybe it was the throbbing need between his legs. Akuji shook his head, and while Atlas was still a bit unsure with that answer, he nodded and pulled his hand away. He could only be glad that he didn't have a dick, or it'd be harder than pure diamond right now.
The ache only got worse the more he focused on it, so without thinking, he leaned in and started using his teeth. Akuji was a little slow with it. Every now and then, he would glance up, only to dart his eyes back down due to the sight of Atlas' eyes on him. The sound of the zipper being undone was followed by Atlas lowering his jeans and boxers just enough to pull out his throbbing cock.
The sight of it alone almost made Akuji jump. Sure, he's seen pictures and videos, but he's never actually seen his dick in person. It looked a lot bigger than it did in the photos. Watching such a large length twitch in his hand left him wondering how it would feel inside of him. Akuji continued to stare at Atlas' dick with an owlish bink. He didn't even notice Atlas as he leaned down towards his ear.
"Are you going to keep staring, or are you going to get your hands on it?" Atlas purred, leaving Akuji to swallow down his heart pathetically. Akuji wrapped his fingers around Atlas' cock and began to stroke. The way it throbbed in his hand, twitching for stimulation, made Akuji's mouth dry. "Just like that, good boy~..."
Atlas pulled Akuji closer, pressing his musky cock and his hot, sweaty balls right up against Akuji's face. The close up of such a strong scent immediately made Akuji rigid. He didn't know what possessed him to inhale it as deep as he could once he sensed it, but Akuji already felt like he was getting addicted. Seeing Akuji getting so into this made more blood pump straight into Atlas' dick. This originally was supposed to be some minor punishment so "this part" of Akuji could get introduced and into some kinkier shit, but it feels less like a punishment now. So he had to draw this out a bit longer. Besides, Akuji hasn't used his words in a hot minute.
"Ah ah," Atlas stopped Akuji as soon as he noticed Akuji's lips separated just a bit. "Not yet. Only good boys get treats~." Akuji only shot a small glare up at him but didn't argue. His grip tightened just a bit and he began to stroke Atlas' cock faster. A small moan of pleasure rose from Atlas' lips. "That's right, just like that…"
Akuji experimented and twisted his fist just a bit for more friction. Atlas grunted and snapped his hips forward. Atlas' breaths grew shallow as Akuji continued, but in turn, Akuji's heart was racing. He watched as more precum dripped and oozed from the tip, and without thinking, his other hand reached up. His thumb swiped over the tip and he just processed the consistency. It was kind of thick, not as much as he thought it's be, and it had a scent similar to Atlas' sweaty fat dick.
He doesn't know what came over him as he pulled his face away for just a moment and brought his precum-covered thumb up to his lips and gave it a ginger lick. The taste was a heady mix of salty and tangy, with a hint of bitterness afterwards. If the scent wasn't enough to make him dizzy, the taste had made it significantly worse. Atlas had watched him take that experimental taste of his precum. He raised an eyebrow as his smirk grew on his face. Akuji let go of Atlas' cock and tried to pull him closer by the hips.
"Atlas, can I-... fuck-..." The words almost died on his tongue, but his desperation trumped over his embarrassment. "Can I please suck you off? Please, I-I need—..." He's interrupted by Atlas' chuckle, who had run his fingers through Akuji's soft hair again.
"You finally get a taste and you're already begging, hm? You're such a pathetic little mutt, it's adorable." He let go of Akuji's hair and grabbed his cock instead. He pushed forward and let the precum smear against Akuji's lips. A beat skips in Akuji's heart. His tongue licked his lips without much thought, the taste clouding Akuji's senses more than it already was. His mouth then just opens right up and allows Atlas to place his leaking tip right onto Akuji's tongue. "God, you just love my cock already, huh? It's alright, Collin, I get—" he interrupted himself with a grunt and slammed his cock right in, his cock hitting the back of Akuji's throat. "—that you just can't contain yourself around real men." With a deep exhale, he enjoyed the noises of Akuji's choking.
Akuji's grip on Atlas' thighs tightened as he felt Atlas' cock press insistently against the back of his throat. He almost didn't notice the way Atlas adjusted himself a little and didn't notice that he, too, had shifted a bit. Atlas had pressed Akuji's back into the front of the couch as he angled himself. Then, he thrusted his hips directly downwards in order to get his cock deeper into that tight throat. Akuji audibly choked as he felt the tip shove deeper. He couldn't help but thank god he had nothing in his system, because it felt like his gag reflex had revived for a moment. Then, with a moment of mercy, Atlas pulled his cock out just to get a good look at Akuji's face.
He already looked disheveled. Maybe it was because he already had a scruffy style to begin with, but this was eye candy to Atlas. Akuji looked flushed almost all over, his hair was messier than it already was on the daily, and fuck—the sight of those half lidded, teary eyes somehow made it possible for him to get harder.
Atlas shoved right back into Akuji's panting mouth deeper, trying to get in there as deep as possible. And by god, it was heavenly inside. Akuji's throat hugged him tight, gripping his cock as if trying to strangle it. His hot mouth sent pleasure straight into his cock and into the rest of his body like a venom. And he doesn't want the antidote.
Akuji feels as if he should be embarrassed and ashamed by how much he was slobbering and drooling all over Atlas' cock, but in all honesty, Akuji was too far gone at this point. It was like a neuron had been activated as soon as he wasn't in control anymore. He could feel that warm tingling and throbbing in his nether regions increased by a dramatic amount as Atlas' cock deprived him of air. He was already getting too lightheaded by the suffocation, but he couldn't care less. All he cared about was servicing the fat piece of meat invading and bulging out his throat.
Once Atlas' cock had achieved a comfortable depth within Akuji's stretched throat, Atlas' downward thrusts came down harder. Long and sharp movements, fully withdrawing out of his throat to let in a small amount of air, before he slammed right back in. It kept Akuji on the very verge of passing out, but not quite, keeping him conscious as his throat was used for nothing but to dump a salty load.
Although Atlas got a good amount of his cock in there, he very quickly desired for the whole thing to be shoved in there. Atlas wrapped more of the leash around his hand and got a good grip on it before he just pulled upwards, trying to get the rest of his cock in there. Akuji's face was flushed a nice pale red as he was kept on the constant edge of consciousness. His vision was wavering and fading in and out, and every now and then, Atlas would pull out fully to let him swallow in as much air as he could in one swallow before he slammed right back in. Atlas' heavy nuts smacked into Akuji's chin over and over, his thick bush of hair whipping up even more musk into his assaulted senses. Atlas loved how the tight hole felt as it constricted and pulsed around the solid rod forcing it open.
"Fuck-, you're taking it so good for me…" He muttered breathlessly as his hips began to move faster. The obscene noises of Akuji choking and suffocating against Atlas' colossal rod was only urging him to get rougher. "Taking me so well-... Such a good little mutt." Atlas was nearing his limit after several minutes of mind-breaking skull fucking, accelerated by the way Akuji's tight, hot passage started to squeeze and massage him tighter. Then, he bottomed out for the final time and let out a groan as he felt his nuts draw up tightly. "Swallow up every drop." His balls rhythmically tensed as it shot rope after rope of thick, creamy, salty cum straight into his friend's stomach.
Every drop was deposited before Atlas slowly pulled out of Akuji's convulsing throat. Akuji gasped before he just started to cough and choke. His throat hurt, rightfully so. Akuji's vision started to fade back in and stopped blurring together. As he tried to gather his bearings back the best he could, Atlas watched with satisfaction. It was a sight to behold. Akuji looked more disheveled than Atlas had thought. Of course, his face was still flushed and his hair was messier than it already was, but his eyes looked half-lidded and tired, tears streaks had stained Akuji's cheeks, and his lips and chin were covered in a mess of saliva.
With a deep, shaky breath, Akuji used the back of his hand to wipe away the drool that had dribbled down and used his other hand to wipe away the tears that had formed during the skull fucking of his life. "Are-... are we done?" Akuji panted as he looked up at Atlas, which drew out a chuckle from the taller man.
"Didn't think you'd seem so eager for it to end when you were the one who begged for it." Akuji's eye twitched and he opened his mouth to retort, but Atlas' voice stopped him. "Was it good? Did it taste as good as you expected?" Akuji's eyebrows furrowed. For a moment, he just sat there, silenced. Who wouldn't be after such an abrupt question? With a small hitch in his breath, Akuji nodded. Atlas bit back a growl at the small nod and pulled at Akuji's collar in order to get him to stand up. And as soon as he stood, Akuji's body tensed as he was pushed down onto the couch.
Alarmed, Akuji backed up into the couch as Atlas leaned over him. "What are you planning?" He managed to ask, despite his heart having jumped into his throat.
"What? I thought it was clear that we weren't done." With a mischievous grin, Atlas grabbed the hem of Akuji's shorts and began to pull them down. Akuji only tensed further.
He was a little subconscious. Not that Atlas didn't know he lacked a cock, he 100% knew. But what bothered him was his own scent, especially since he went to the gym and didn't shower. He was about to open his mouth to protest, but Atlas had already stopped once he saw Akuji's boxers. It was so incredibly damp, and the scent? Atlas was already addicted. The thin fabric of Akuji's shorts was a better barrier than the denim was, so Atlas was just hit with the scent of Akuji's strong sweat.
"...Holy fuck." Without hesitation, he dragged his tongue over the black fabric, which made Akuji jolt. Atlas' smirked as he looked back up towards Akuji. "You alright, pup?" Akuji just let out a shuddering breath before he nodded. But he jolted again as a sudden pressure was pressed into his sensitive clit through his boxers. "Use your words."