Takiishi

Chapter 1/1 Chapter Text Half an hour of being alone. Sitting there waiting for him. Endo was out late. Takiishi had been stuck alone and horny for a bit now, using a small prostate vibrator while he laid there. He wasn't moving it or changing the settings, just using it to take the edge off while he waited for Endo to get back. When Endo got home and found Takiishi waiting for him, sprawled out on the bed, a prostate massager inside him and his c**k already leaking precum, he pretty much dropped everything. “Takiishi? Oh…” Endo made his way over, climbed on top of Takiishi, and kissed him, positioning his leg between Takiishi’s. Takiishi immediately ground against it, mostly quiet except for a small change in breathing. “You wanna use gear tonight love?..” Endo always checked in, watching Takiishi’s breathing, his eyes, even if Takiishi didn't say anything most of the time. This time, all Takiishi did was nod and Endo climbed off, he flipped onto his stomach so Endo had easier access. Endo immediately grabbed the set they'd bought a few weeks prior. They'd only used it once so far, just to test it. Quick release cuffs that attached to the headboard, ankle cuffs that did the same to the base, straps that attached to the bed itself and kept Takiishi pinned down. They didn't do sensory play often, so the blindfold and noise cancelling earplugs that came with the set stayed untouched. Once Takiishi was thoroughly bound, Endo eased the prostate massager out and acquired some lube, putting some on his fingers first and gently sliding them in, stretching him and lubing him up so that it wouldn't hurt at all when he entered. Once Takiishi seemed good, Endo slid in carefully, moaning a little as he sunk into Takiishi. Takiishi rocked back hard, catching Endo a little off guard. Endo moaned a bit and started moving in and out, gently grabbing Takiishi’s waist and kissing at neck and shoulder to keep himself from moaning too loud. Takiishi wasn't having any of the slowness though and rocked back hard again. “A-ah- Takiishi- oh- you're wanting faster today huh~ alright..” Endo pushed in faster and a bit harder, hitting that spot every time he did. Takiishi let a small whimper slip, a rare noise only Endo got to hear, and even that was rare. He kept kissing down Takiishi’s shoulder, mouthing at the tattoo. “Faster..” Takiishi whispered, rocking back hard. Endo licked at the tattoo and drove in rougher. He was so close already... Endo slowed down a little. He didn't mean to, but he was so close, so sensitive. Takiishi rocked back again and Endo moaned louder than usual. Takiishi could feel how close he was, feel him twitching inside, feel precum mixing with the lube already slicking them. His own precum dripped steadily onto the sheets, and he was fighting the urge not to grind down into the sheets and puddle since Endo was being oh so slow. Endo eventually sped up again and came inside Takiishi, warm and slightly sticky mess filling Takiishi’s hole, and then he pulled out and undid the straps so Takiishi could flip over again. Once Takiishi flipped himself over, Endo put the gear back on and grabbed a vibrator wand, pressing it to Takiishi’s c**k. Once again, a soft, barely audible sound slipped out. Endo grinned and turned it up just enough, and Takiishi ca shuddering a little. Endo flicked the wand off a gear back on and grabbed a vibrator wand, pressing it to Takiishi’s c**k. Once again, a soft, barely audible sound slipped out. Endo grinned and turned it up just enough, and Takiishi came, shuddering a little. Endo flicked the wand off and gently licked what he could of the c*m up, making Takiishi jolt a little from the mild overstimulation. He then untied Takiishi entirely and Takiishi sat up and stared at him. Endo grabbed a wet cloth and wiped Takiishi down and changed the sheets, and climbed back onto the bed. Takiishi sighed and scooted closer and let Endo spoon him, relaxing a bit into Endo’s grip. They spent that night happy, close, and satisfied. The next day Endo went to work smiling and almost fell from the stairs, a colleague at his back asked him to be careful, he smiled and responded back saying thank you. he was distracted during work thinking of how to get home so he could have another round. 5:20 pm he immediately grabbed his suit and left, on getting to his door he smiled rang the door went inside, shower 🚿 told Takiishi to off his clothes Takiishi quick took his shower 🚿 came to the bed Endo commands him to spread his legs 🦵he did Endo slot in his middle finger slowly in his ass, Takiishi moaned loudly ahh aoch Endo went faster till Takiishi ass was fully wet Then Endo stuff in his c**k in his mouth saying in a tone voice baby I love you. He then pulled out his d**k slowly put it in Takiishi ass it was slippery and tight, he f****d Takiishi till his neighbours could hear the moaning ahh ..ahh.. f**k me baby , I love you, Endo slot out his d**k and ask Takiishi to suck it, he cam in his mouth. Chapter 2 — The Quiet Between Them Morning didn’t come gently. It slipped through the curtains in thin lines of gold, stretching across the room until it finally reached Takiishi’s face. He stirred, not fully awake, just aware enough to feel the warmth behind him. It took a second to register—Endo’s arm was still wrapped around him. That alone pulled him closer to waking. Takiishi stayed still, listening. The room was quiet, but not empty. Endo’s breathing was slow and steady against his back, a rhythm that felt too familiar to ignore. Endo was usually awake by now. Always. Takiishi frowned slightly, eyes opening just a fraction as he shifted his head away from the light. The small movement made Endo’s arm tighten instinctively. “You’re awake,” Endo murmured, his voice rough with sleep. Takiishi didn’t respond. He rarely did, especially like this. Endo exhaled softly, something like a quiet laugh. “You’re bad at pretending.” Still nothing. But Takiishi didn’t pull away either, and that was answer enough. They stayed like that longer than they should have. Outside, the city had already started moving, but inside the apartment, everything felt paused. Endo eventually shifted, pushing himself up onto one elbow, his arm still loosely around Takiishi’s waist. His hair fell into his eyes as he looked down at him, less put-together than usual. “You’re going to ignore the sun too?” he asked lightly. Takiishi opened his eyes fully and glanced at him, his expression flat but not entirely uninterested. Endo smiled faintly. “Yeah, that look means you’re awake.” Takiishi finally sat up, breaking the contact between them. The sudden absence of warmth lingered longer than expected, but neither of them commented on it. Endo got up soon after, moving around the apartment with his usual routine, though there was a slight delay in everything he did, like his thoughts weren’t fully catching up. He glanced over more than once. Takiishi was by the window, just like always, looking out at something distant and unreadable. Endo hesitated before speaking. “Takiishi.” No response. “…Don’t skip eating again.” There was a small shift in Takiishi’s posture, barely noticeable. Endo picked up his bag with a quiet sigh. “I’ll text you later.” Then he left. The silence that followed wasn’t new, but it felt heavier. Takiishi stayed by the window for a while after the door closed, the sound lingering in his mind longer than it should have. He didn’t like that. Didn’t like noticing things like that. Eventually, he moved through the apartment slowly, without purpose. Everything was the same—nothing out of place—but it still felt different. He stopped in the kitchen, staring blankly before Endo’s words surfaced in his memory. Don’t skip eating again. Takiishi clicked his tongue under his breath, annoyed, but he reached for something anyway. Endo’s day didn’t go smoothly. On the surface, everything was normal—meetings, conversations, work—but his mind kept drifting. Back to the morning. Back to the quiet. Back to Takiishi. He checked his phone more than usual, even when there were no messages. At one point, he nearly walked into someone in the hallway, stopping just in time. “Careful,” the person said. Endo laughed it off. “Yeah, thanks.” But his thoughts were already somewhere else. By the time it hit 5:20 PM, he didn’t hesitate. He grabbed his things and left immediately. The walk home felt longer than usual, or maybe he was just more aware of it. The city moved around him, loud and alive, but none of it really registered. His thoughts were already ahead—already at the door, already inside. When he got there, he paused for a second before unlocking it. “Takiishi?” No answer. He stepped in, closing the door behind him. The apartment greeted him with the same quiet, but this time it felt different. He walked further in and found him exactly where he expected—by the window. Endo let out a slow breath. “There you are.” Takiishi didn’t turn. Endo walked over anyway, stopping just behind him. For a moment, he said nothing, just stood there close enough to feel his presence. “…Long day?” he asked. A small nod. “That makes two of us,” Endo said with a faint smile. He hesitated before placing a hand on Takiishi’s shoulder. Not pulling, not pushing—just there. Takiishi didn’t move away. Evening settled quietly around them. They moved through the apartment in a familiar rhythm, dinner simple, conversation minimal. But it wasn’t uncomfortable. That was the strange part. Later, they ended up back on the bed, the room dim and calm. Endo turned slightly to face him. “You’ve been quiet today.” Takiishi glanced at him. “I’m always quiet.” “Not like this.” A pause. “…Then how?” Endo didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached out, letting their fingers brush before lacing them together. “Like you’re thinking about something,” he said softly. Takiishi looked down at their hands, then back at him. “…Maybe I am.” “Do you want to tell me?” Takiishi didn’t answer. But he didn’t pull away either. The silence that followed wasn’t empty. It felt full—like something was waiting just beneath the surface. Endo shifted a little closer. “You don’t have to say it. Not if you don’t want to.” Takiishi’s grip tightened slightly, almost unconsciously. After a while, he spoke. “…Do you ever think about it?” “About what?” “…This.” Endo understood anyway. “…Yeah. I do.” Takiishi watched him. “…And?” Endo smiled faintly. “I don’t mind it.” That wasn’t what Takiishi expected. “…You don’t?” Endo shook his head. “No. I like it.” That shifted something, subtle but real. Takiishi looked away. “…You’re strange.” Endo laughed quietly. “I’ve been told that.” They didn’t say much after that. They didn’t need to. The space between them had changed—just enough to notice. That night wasn’t louder or more intense. It was quieter, closer, softer in a way neither of them acknowledged out loud. But they both felt it. Something had shifted. And neither of them could ignore it anymore.