Kny X Rengoku Smut fics! X3

just think of the fun things we could do ('cause I like you) (Gyoren)

It was a slow day a couple weeks into the meetup. Neither Rengoku nor Gyomei had much they really needed to do that day, so they found themselves just relaxing on the couch. Rengoku was dozing off, his head on Gyomei's lap, while Gyomei scrolled through Rengoku's phone out of boredom. Rengoku hadn't minded, it wasn't like he had anything he wanted to hide from him.

They had stayed like this for a while until Gyomei, while scrolling, pauses, stiffening slightly. Rengoku, half-asleep, doesn't pay him any attention. At least not until Gyomei speaks.

"Hey, boo?" Rengoku makes a noise in response, and Gyomei continues, "what's this?"

Rengoku frowns and sits up, looking at the phone screen. When he does, he immediately freezes, eyes widening.

It was a picture of himself in a collar he bought himself once, before he went to the UK.

There had been a time, some months into when he started streaming and got far more popular than he had expected, when Rengoku had started getting a little...curious. He began to wonder what it would be like to stream something for a bit of a different audience. Something on the more nsfw side of things.

Of course, he'd been far too terrified to ever consider actually doing it. Especially as his popularity climbed and only seemed to keep growing, and he hadn't even been streaming for 2 years yet. So it wasn't long before he dismissed the idea.

But that curiosity still lingered. Until one day, he decided to just...record something. Only for himself, he'd never let anyone else see it. He just wanted to see what it would be like to record something like that, even without any audience that would see it.

So Rengoku bought a few things in preparation for it. Lube he already had, a dildo he did not. He was nervous, scrolling through the selection he had found online. He'd been much too terrified to go to any store for it, especially out of fear of somehow getting recognized. If he ever got noticed at a store like that of all things, he was pretty sure he'd just die on the spot. Still, he managed to find one that didn't look too intimidating. He didn't know if he'd use it outside of this, but surely something about it had to feel good, right?

He was content with just those two things when while mindlessly scrolling on Etsy, he found something that caught his eyes and made him pause. It was a collar, White with flames on it. It made him think of his streaming outfit, and then he just started thinking about how it would feel to have a collar wrapped snug around his neck.

Before he could think about it too hard, he bought it.

A couple weeks later, everything had arrived and Rengoku set to work. He waited until he was home alone and would be for a while before he got his setup ready, positioning his phone against his pillows on the bed. He was far too anxious about using his usual streaming setup for this, so he settled on using his phone and hiding it behind a locked folder.

First, he got everything in front of him, the lube and the dildo, and held the collar in his hands. He ran his fingers over the fake leather before he went to the mirror and put it on.

To be honest, it looked quite nice. And felt good, too. He soon found he liked the light pressure of it around his neck. He quickly snapped a picture of it before going back to his bed to get started.

He only remembers bits and pieces of what happened after that. He remembers putting his mask on, The white and flame like design matching the collar. He remembers trying - and failing, mostly - to teasingly undress. He remembers reaching for the lube, lubing his fingers up and pressing one to his hole. It had stung, but he persisted, and by the time he crooked two of his fingers, he'd fallen in love with it.