Rhetorics

14. The mahogany chopstick (Hashirama)

His mouth was fucking sweet.

It was like diving into a jar of honey, licking and sucking up its contents; a sunrise in liquid form. He moaned beneath my lips and God, those sounds with his deep, dark, musky voice made me hot. He moved so he was pressing his erection to mine, grabbing my face harshly. Hi whole nerdy outfit, the cardigan over the white shirt and the glasses made my mouth water yet I wanted nothing more than to tear them off of his body.

"We're gonna fuck, aren't we?" he breathed into my mouth. 

"You're a talker?" I asked, holding my voice steady.

"You mind?"

"No", I said, kissing him again.

I stood up then, connected out foreheads and pushed him into a wall. He looked up at me, eyes full to the brim with desire.

"Take your cardigan off", I said.

"Why should I take commands from you?"

I grabbed his hair on the top of his head and pulled up. He immediately went limp, his body language so submissive it made my erection hurt.

"I said, take your cardigan off. I won't say it a third time."

"Yes, Sir", he said.

"Oh my God..." I couldn't help but say.

I freed him, and he took his cardigan off. He stared unbuttoning his shirt as well but I stopped him.

"That's for me", I said.

I lifted my hands and started playing with his buttons, but he didn't lower his hands. Instead, he put them on mine softly, tenderly. I enjoyed the contrast between how soft and steady he was while I was harsh and fragile. Slowly, I unbuttoned his shirt all the way down. His breathing was becoming faster; mine was becoming heavier.

"Who tops?" he asked.

"Are you..." I put my hand around his throat and slammed him into the wall. "... fucking kidding me?" I said darkly. "I top. Got it?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good boy."

I released his throat. Then, I gently grabbed his face. He flinched a bit, expecting harshness and my heart softened.

"Uchiha..." No reaction. "Uchiha?" Still none. "Madara." He immediately looked at me. "This harshness... It's just a game for me. I can stop."

He grabbed my wrist in panic. "Please... I would never submit to you if I didn't trust you."

I kissed him on the lips. "Good boy. Now..." I started walking back and forth in front of him, an echo of the circles I used to draw around him with my gait in my office. "What is the difference between harder and faster?" I stepped closer to him, grabbed his belt and unbuckled it, unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, pulled them down with his underwear. My eyes held his eyes hostage. I grabbed his length, started beating. He didn't make a sound "Harder..." I grabbed his length harder, put more force into my beating without changing the velocity. "Is when you push your partner to the edge by changing the quality of what you're doing to him. Faster, however..." I softened my grip. "Is increasing the quantity." I leaned forwards, put my lips to his ear, increased the velocity of my hand. "Be a good boy and learn the difference for me." I put my hand on his abdomen underneath his shirt, and felt the clear lines of his muscles. "Beautiful..." I whispered.

"Thank you", he said.

And our lips collided once more. He opened his mouth in a sigh and I indulged, twirling my tongue around his just at the front of his mouth. He put his arms around me, stepped out of his trousers. I took hold of his mahogany chopstick, pulled it out. His hair tumbled down at his broad shoulders.