Dessert before dinner
I still have asks to do, so we’re DEFINITELY writing these into November lol. But! I’m happy to have technically ended Kinktober on a Ryomina ask! It’s not the last, but it was fun to write, so victory nonetheless <3 This one’s another Ao3 ask, but, again, not the last of the Narukami content. I hope you enjoy tho!
Also, I have zero clue how to write Sho, I know very little about him. So, godspeed to me.
Kinktober masterlist: Here
CW: Knifeplay, unhinged Sho, kinda? Impactplay? Fighting, at least. Begging, Narukami bottoms. Sho is questionably characterized.
As the clock struck 10, Narukami walked into the dark home of him and his spouse with a bag of fast food in one hand and a carrier of drinks in the other. Making his way carefully towards the bar of the kitchen by the light of the single stove light.
"Sho, babe! I brought di-" In a heartbeat, the tall, silver-haired man was slammed to the tiled kitchen floor as soon as he put the drinks on the kitchen counter.
On reflex, he struck his husband. Knocking him away and giving himself time to jump to his feet. Catching his spouse easily when he attempted to slam into him like a bull. In an expert movement, pinning the aggressive man against the kitchen wall, slamming the hand that held the kitchen knife into it so he couldn't stab him.
Once he was pinned, Sho huffed grumpily. His frosty blue eyes glaring at Narukami, but the wildcard simply blinked at him.
"Is there, by chance, a reason for this sudden attack?" he asked calmly, keeping a firm hold on his spouse when he tried to wriggle his hand free to slash at him with the knife he had. Though, the fighting only lasted a moment, before he finally gave up completely and relaxed against the wall.
"I just want to fuck." He explained with an edge of nerves on his words that he often had to weasel what he wanted out of someone. Though, his cheeks turning a bit pink at the admission gave away the honesty of his moment of awkwardness. Which, made Narukami smile slightly. After being married for two years at this point, the redhead was still so embarrassed to request sex, which, was still so cute. So, the answer to his admission was easy,
"Okay, all you have to do is ask, hon. You should know that I’d give you anything I can.” Before giving the cherry-haired man a soft kiss. Holding it for a moment before parting for air. Admiring the way a darker shade of pink had dusted over his pale, scarred cheeks before Sho spoke in a huskier mumble,
"I also want to use the knife." That was new.
“You want to use the knife?” Sho nodded, his blue eyes sparkling with a twinge of excitement as he swiftly explained with a nervous speed to his words,
“I understand if you don’t want to. But, I thought it would be fun. Something a little out of the norm, y’know? Does that make me sound insane? I’m so sorry…” But, Narukami took him by surprise by simply shaking his head,
“It does sound hot. Do you want me to cut you? Or do you want to cut me?”
There was a long moment of silence. The two men simply staring at one another in the dimly lit kitchen until Sho finally asked in a surprised whisper,
“For real?” Which, Narukami nodded at,
“If you want to try it, I’ll let you. Just tell me how you want me to do this.” He hummed, letting the man go and simply heading back to the bag of food he’d gotten for them to put it in the fridge with their drinks. Giving the red-haired man plenty of time to weigh the options.
”I, want to cut you. Is that okay?” He asked, Narukami nodding as he shut the fridge door. Turning to his husband to find him already mere inches from him, a dark glint in the dimly glowing pools of blue.
“Ah, yeah. Just don’t cut my throat, okay? No vital spots, in general.” Narukami hummed, making his husband give a smile that, while laced with madness, made the wildcard’s chest heat up. So, when the man pulled him into a heated kiss, he eagerly kissed back.
From there, the redhead threw his arms around Narukami’s neck and pressed himself into the wildcard’s well-muscled chest, moaning slightly when the wildcard squeezed him affectionately and began herding him backwards until the redhead’s back hit the kitchen wall.
However, in a flash, the silver-haired man was flipped over, trapped between the powerful body of the man he loved, and the solid wall.
“Well, hello there, babe~” Narukami chuckled, smiling a bit at the confident light returning to Sho’s vibrant blue eyes.
“Hi~” He hummed back, his husky voice making Yu’s blood zip in his veins, but not as much as the feeling of Sho’s calloused hand sliding under his shirt to explore his torso. His fingers gliding over his skin as if he were studying Narukami’s form in the darkened kitchen.
The warmth of his skin, paired with the low visibility, and threat of the lethal kitchen knife Sho still kept hold of all working together to turn that simple zip of arousal into a lightning storm. A storm that grew in intensity the lower Sho’s hand got on his stomach and closer to the waistband of his jeans.
Once there, the red-haired man paused his hand’s descent to crouch down to his knees in front of his husband. Finally putting the knife to use by running the blade of the kitchen knife along the front of Narukami’s thigh. Kept from biting into the wildcard’s skin by the thick material of his jeans, but the pressure still made the silver-haired man shudder, which, Sho was quick to pick up on. Judging from the wolfish grin.
“I never took you as someone who’d be into knifeplay, Yu~ You always struck me as kinda vanilla.” He mused, balancing the blade between his pointer finger, and his husband’s thigh, letting the point of the silver kitchen tool dig into his flesh a bit as he stared up at him with a flicker of lust in his eyes. Narukami, meanwhile, chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck a bit awkwardly,
“I didn’t think I’d like it either. It’s kind of exhilarating though. Like, bungee jumping.” He hummed, his husband raising his eyebrows at that,
“Interesting...I’ll keep that in mind.” He purred, reaching up to pop the button of Narukami’s jeans open and tug the zipper down so he could pull his jeans down to be kicked off into some dark corner of the kitchen. Once he was down to his boxers, sho smiled again, nuzzling into the growing bulge between Narukami’s legs and almost purring, “You’re so sexy. Jesus fuck I’m happy I married you before that jackass managed to.” he muttered against the seam of his husband’s thigh, the vibrations so close to the wildcard’s groin getting a small gasp before he breathed out a small laugh,
“Hey, lay off of Yosuke. He moved on from me years ago. I am safely, all yours.”
Sho didn’t seem quite so convinced, just watching the trail of pink he left when dragging the lethal edge of the kitchen knife down the front of his husband’s thigh. The lingering sting making Narukami wince. Which, he took as a sign to leave Yosuke for a different discussion, so he just leaned against the wall and let the unhinged man leave cat-scratched hearts in his skin. Each ache of pain translating into another throb in his dick.
Yet, his husband, drinking in each subtle shift and squeak, took his time with that knife. Smiling and humming as he decorated whatever exposed skin he could get with knicks and pink designs. Contrasting the cool sharpness of the blade with a smattering of warm butterfly kisses that trailed up the wildcard’s thigh, and back to his groin.
“I want you to beg.” He said, his voice dangerously low, his cyan eyes glowing with that remaining flicker of maddening power that granted him a persona.
“For a bj?” Naruakmi snorted, only to give a surprised yelp when Sho suddenly shot up and captured his legs in one fluid movement. Trapping the old wildcard against the stability of the wall and his marble-carved body with his legs having nothing to do but wrap securely around his hips.
“Nope~ I want you to beg for me to fuck you~”
“Oh.” He said, surprised to find himself short of breath from the dark, predatory tone lacing his husband’s words. Usually, he was pretty hard to shake, especially after all of the bosses and shadows he’d fought. Hell, he’d beaten Izanami no Okami, and Sho before. So, by all logic, being held by the scarred redhead, and looked at with such an animalistic lust in his husband’s eyes, shouldn’t be as excitingly intimidating as it was.
However, Narukami’s thoughts were cut short when a harsher sting ran up the side of his hip. The shock of cold pain making him arch his back and curse while the knife cut through one side of his boxers.
“Beg for me, Narukami~” Sho sang, well aware of whatever he’d awoken, just fishing out a bottle of portable lube from his pocket so he could prep himself. “I think you’d be very hot if you begged.” he continued, so, with a small, pink-faced smile, Narukami obliged in a slightly breathy voice,
“Please fuck me?” Getting another stinging cut to his other hip. Further ruining his boxers.
“Mmmmm, do it more.”
“P-Please fuck me sho,” Another slice, that one deeper, going down the outside of his thigh and making the silver-haired man cling to his husband.
“Again,” Sho ordered, a feral note signaling how aroused he was already, which further served to warm Narukami’s blood.
“Please, baby?”
Another slash to his thigh,
“Please fuck me.”
That one was up his side, earning a shudder.
“Please, Sho.” He finally pleaded, breathless with a thundering heartbeat and an overwhelming heat under his skin. Thankfully, though, that last breath of need seemed to be the final push on Sho’s own desires. Because, with another cut to Narukami’s thigh, Sho pushed into him. Earning a loud moan from both of them.
But, that was it before Sho began humping into his husband like a feral animal. Leaving Narukami to claw into his shoulders and moan. Each harsh thrust sending waves of warmth and mind-numbing pleasure through the wildcard that mingled with the throbbing aches of the cuts littered over his body.
“You’re so pretty…” The scarred man growled in Narukami’s ear, sending a shudder down his spine again, earning another low moan as he clawed Sho’s solid shoulders and tried to keep enough wits about him to not let his head bounce off of the kitchen wall. “So handsome...god, I love you.” The redhead continued, Yu panting out,
“I love you too,” adding with a curse, “do that again! Please!”
Which, was a demand his husband was happy to oblige with. Speeding up a bit as he targeted that special spot within the silver-haired man. Grinning at the way the old wildcard unraveled in his calloused hands.
“Mm, god, Narukami. You’re so pretty like this~” he repeated, nipping at his neck a few times, seeming slightly aware from the glaze over his husband’s grey eyes of how close that broiling heat under his skin was to overwhelming him. The breathless moans, clawing, and whines driving the cherry-haired man further. Slamming into the wildcard until the sensations and pleasure finally reached its pique.
Not that it stopped Sho’s humping, but the sparks of pain the continued stimulation caused was a surprisingly nice bit of thrill to color the white-out that washed out Narukami’s vision until his husband’s movement stuttered to a halt inside of him with his own moan. Leaving them both breathless and sweaty in the dark kitchen for a long moment.
”That was...hotter than I thought it’d be.” The silver-haired man panted, running a hand through his husband’s hair, making the scarred man chuckle into his skin.
“Really? I can definitely do it more than ~”
“I hope so, I still want to fuck you properly.” And that made the redhead hum. Lifting his head to look into Narukami’s misty eyes with that feral glint in his colorful eyes, dimmed, but not gone as he chewed on an idea. Until, finally, asking with that same awkward edge to his words,
“This time, could you cut me? I wanna see how it feels during sex.” Making the old wildcard smile and drape his arms around his neck to give him a slower, more loving kiss.
“Of course, babe. Anything for you.”
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