RinTori fluff (*'∇｀*) [Free!]

Steamy Bath Lovin'

Warnings - Smut, Mentions of blood, Belt spanking, Seems a lil r-wordy but it's not I promise, Rin is just v dommy.
18+ only please!! This chapter is very smutty and detailed so if you are under 18 please do not read! Thanks!

Rin continued running his lips and tongue down Nitori's body, holding his hips down with his hands. Nitori squirmed and thrusted, his shoulders and cheeks a sweet shade of red.

Rin threw Ai onto his front and groped his ass, moving himself forward, poking his cock against his cheeks. Nitori thrusted his ass into the air.

The man growled, biting harshly on Nitori's ear before moving back and spreading his cheeks, appreciating the soft skin and cute ass.

Ai shoved his face into the pillow, embarrassment completely taking over, dick pressed into his belly.

Suddenly, Rin disappeared. Ai reluctantly looked up. "Rin?" He worryingly called, eyes darting left to right.

A few moments and the man was back, belt wrapped around his hand. He pushed Nitori's head back down into the pillow, gently massaging his scalp to let him know things are okay. Nitori couldn't help the smile forming on his face. He was going to be spanked! 💫

Rin unraveled the belt from his fist, keeping some wrapped around his fingers. He stroked Ai's soft ass, quietly letting him know there is where he will strike first.

"What are you, Ai?" Rin murmured, dragging the leather across his skin.

"Hmmm?" Nitori teased and giggled, wiggling his ass.

Rin struck once and watched the skin brighten. Pride washed through him.

Nitori let out a high squeak, his dick twitching.

"I said," Rin started, gently stroking where he had whipped. "What are you, Ai?"

Through the pillow Nitori muttered something, too embarrassed to say it and be heard.

The man cocked an eye brow, running a finger down Ai's spine. "Hmm?"

Nitori mumbled again, face a bright shade of tomato.

Rin sat forward and got a fist full of grey hair, yanking his head up. "Answer me," he demanded.

Ai gasped, relishing in the sudden burning at his scalp. "I'm yours," he squeaked. "Your slut, your slave, your..." Nitori smiled. "Your cumbucket."

Rin had no choice but to break character and let out a small chuckle, putting the boy's head back on the pillow. He laughed into his hand, trying not to break Nitori's immersion, but the younger had known what he'd done.

Ai giggled, face back in the pillow, hands tucked underneath him.

Rin shook his head and took hold of the belt again; one look at Nitori's already red and swollen ass brought him right back to earth.

He struck again, this time small beads of blood popping up through the recently washed and still wet skin. Nitori yelped, hips bucking into the bed.

A couple more whips and Rin was satisfied, his boyfriend's backside a beautiful picture of red tones.

Smoothly, Rin grabbed his cuffs he'd picked up earlier, and leant against Nitori's back, dick once again pressed against his ass. Panting, Ai smiled up at Rin. "I love you," he whispered.

Smug, Rin smirked. "Good," he whispered back, grabbing Nitori's wrists and tying them to the headboard of the bed.

Ai wanted nothing more than to swear at the man, but was distracted by the sudden pull at his arms, the cuffs digging into his soft skin.