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[Lyney Snezhevich doesn't come out to play much in the bedroom; that level of cold, calculating control that is reserved only for missions and dealing with the most unsavoury kinds. But now? Well, there's certainly a glint in Lyney's eye that is just as much dangerous as it is playful. The look of a cat who's just cornered a mouse.]

Very well. Then let me take care of you, and treat you oh so well tonight~

[He shifts forward to press a kiss to Heizou's lips, demanding and insistent. But he won't let it linger, pulling away quick while also keeping his hand on Heizou's chest; gentle, but firm enough to keep Heizou pinned.]

And if you do exactly as I say, then maybe I'll give you the pleasure of being taken apart~

[Oh, that's a tone that's playful, but hinting at oh so much more.]

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[He shivers bodily under that dangerous gaze, moans into the press of lips against his. It's over before he can even get a better hold on Lyney to keep him closer, and he whines softly when he tries to lean up and is met with the pressure of that hand. Heizou can only stare up at him, already feeling himself harden at that tone in his boyfriend's voice, at the enticing promise being made wordlessly.]

I-I'll be good. Tell me what I should do.

[Because Heizou will do absolutely anything for him right now. It might be his birthday, but the idea of being driven out of his own head by his beloved magician is the only gift he wants right now.]

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Well, first...

[Lyney grins, his hands gingerly sliding up Heizou's arms and trailing a path along them, before he gently yet firmly grips Heizou's wrists and tugs them down to free Lyney from Heizou's grasp.]

Let's come up with some rules first, yes~?

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[His arms fall away at the gentlest of those tugs, quickly becoming compliant as Lyney speaks more firmly, his tone demanding instead of the usual needy pleas. Heizou has to lick his lips in anticipation, eyes flicking between Lyney's mouth, the enticing view of his chest and stomach peeking through the robe, and the hungry glint in his eyes.]

What sorts of rules?

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Well, for starters... You know we both want to enjoy this evening, right? So you'll be a good boy and tell me if things are too much, yes~?

[As much as he is already planning how to take Heizou apart this evening, he also wants Heizou to feel like he can pull out and state his boundaries whenever he needs. Heizou's comfort is just as important as his pleasure to Lyney.]

You'll remember what your signal is to get my undivided attention, right?

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[Heizou nods vigorously, a soft whine in his throat. He knows the signal. Something that they decided on some time ago for if either of them ever went too far. They're a curious couple, after all. Heizou certainly doesn't take the fact that he's Lyney's first real partner for granted, and Lyney has taken plenty of Heizou's firsts as well.

Still. Heizou has never needed to use the signal before. And honestly he doesn't plan on starting tonight.]

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And you'll use it, right mon coeur?

[Lyney knows that Heizou knows it, knows that they've both come up with this little system to make sure neither of their boundaries were crossed. The only reason he's so insistent is because Heizou was for him, and it would do a disservice to his dear partner not to insist.]

Use your words, chérie. Will you let me know if you need my undivided attention?

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[He knows what Lyney's doing, and the rational part of his brain acknowledges that it's good. That this is exactly what Lyney should do, before either of them have a chance to lose the ability to think clearly. But the animalistic part of him, the one that is absolutely eating up the way the Lyney has him pinned to the bed and demanding obedience, just wants to get wrecked already.

It's with another whimper and a nod of his head that Heizou finally finds the words he needs, swallowing back the lump of anticipation in his throat.]

Yes. Yes, I'll tell you if it's too much.

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[There it is. Lyney hums and gently cradles the side of Heizou's face with his palm.]

Good boy~

[He purrs those words before moving in to place a warm, heated kiss to Heizou's lips. It lingers for a while, before he leans back a bit, his hand moving to Heizou's chest.]

Now, let's get these clothes off, shall we~?

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[He makes a happy yet almost desperate sound when Lyney cups his face, eagerly leaning into the touch of those warm hands like he's been craving that little affection this whole time. And he very nearly melts into that kiss, loving Lyney's insistence, the heat in his every action, every reminder that Heizou is not in control tonight.

It makes him shudder longingly.

When Lyney draws back he stares up at him through half-lidded eyes, nodding and arching up into the touch of his hand. So warm. Heizou needs it.]

Mmm... N-Need help?

[Not that his clothes today are all that complicated. And even if they were, Lyney is a practiced hand at undressing Heizou at this point. They both are.]

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Hmm~

[Lyney makes a show of thinking about his answer, tilting his head this way and that not unlike a predator toying his prey. After a brief pause, that sly grin turns a little bit more wicked.]

Well, since you're being such a good boy and offering...

[He leans back and settles over Heizou in such a way that his lower half oh so casually brushes against Heizou's, a taste of the grind he probably desires.]

Go ahead and take those off for me. And do feel free to put on a little show for me, hm~?

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[Heizou catches his lower lip in his teeth while he waits for Lyney to come to a decision, trying (and failing) to keep himself from squirming impatiently. With the offer on the table he now feels like his clothes are stifling, eager to strip or be stripped as soon as possible.

That tease gets him to groan loudly, head dropping back onto the mattress and eyes fluttering shut. That is what he wants, and he tries to buck his hips up for more. But that tone in Lyney's voice also somehow keeps him in place, and makes Heizou happy to stay in his role. He takes a quick shaky breath before reaching down to pull off his shirt, definitely taking a bit of extra time to show off his muscles and chest, letting Lyney enjoy the view and reveling in the way it feels to have his attention on him.]

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[Lyney lets out a pleased little hum as Heizou begins to pull his shirt off, and he shamelessly runs his eyes up and down those muscles on his chest and stomach.]

Look at you, such a pretty man~

[Lyney doesn't touch him, but the way he's sitting will make it so that if Heizou shifts too much, their hips will grind against each other. A little bit of torture and pleasure all in one.]

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[He can feel those eyes on him, a soft whine in his throat as he tosses the top somewhere far away to be forgotten about. He likes the way it feels, but he also craves the warmth of Lyney's hands and body. Which is why he keeps squirming under him, only to gasp and moan when their hips do end up grinding together as a result.]

A-Ah... Lyney...

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[Yes, good. Lyney likes seeing Heizou like this, squirming and needy for his attention. He rewards Heizou by trailing his fingers down Heizou's chest, letting the feather-light touch settle right on the hem of his pants.]

And what about these, hmm? Unless you intend to keep them on~?

[Now he's being a little shit, but not like Heizou can stop him.]

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[On some level he knows exactly what Lyney's doing, but Heizou just can't care when it's also such a turn on. It all makes him shiver slightly, body arching upward into the tease of the other's fingers, still whining for more.]

Can't... N-Not on my own.

[By which he means that he can't when Lyney is straddling him like this, but he also doesn't really want to do it himself. He likes where the magician's fingers have gone, making him flush out to his ears, and honestly it's kind of fun to let himself be completely helpless. To be entirely at his boyfriend's mercy.]

Help me out..?

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Hmm~? You need some help, mon coeur?

[Lyney tilts his head to the side and smiles in that mischievous way he does, the kind that shows he knows exactly what's going on but is playing like he doesn't.]

Weeeell, if you ask me nicely, perhaps I'll help you out~

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[Heizou squirms, restless and impatiently and desperately turned on by Lyney's act. He reaches out for him, pawing at the magician's clothes and whining.]

P-Please? I need you to help me, Lyn, please...

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Hmm... well, since you asked so nicely...

[Lyney chuckles, moving to gently, yet firmly, grasp Heizou's hands to pull them down to the side of the bed.]

Will you stay still like a good boy while I undress you~?

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[Somehow his cheeks flush an even darker shade when Lyney pins his hands down. No matter how gentle it is, it has Heizou staring up at his beloved with wide, blown out eyes, chest starting to heave as he breathes hard.

He considers saying "yes." His dick is absolutely saying yes right now, straining against his pants. But instead something suddenly flickers in his eyes, something dark and needy. So what comes out of his mouth is-]

Make me...

[Be mean to me. As much as he loves Lyney's praise, he's hungering for something else tonight.]

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[Oh, that's a response he wasn't expecting, and there's a brief moment of surprise that flickers over his face. For a moment he wonders if he should entertain this request at all; after all, he doesn't want to hurt his dear beloved. But he remembers that Heizou had wanted Lyney to be in control this evening. He knows that, sometimes, Heizou likes things a little rough. And he promised Lyney he would use his words to stop if he needed.]

[So, after this quick consideration, Lyney's smile turns sweetly sharp, like he's pitying a particularly amusing enemy. He shifts his hands and drags Heizou's arms up, adjusting his grip so that only one of his hands is pinning Heizou's wrists down. With his newly-freed hand, he reaches for Heizou's face, cradling it gently before his hand slides up... before gripping a chunk of Heizou's hair and forcing his head at an angle.]

I'm sorry, what was that, mon coeur?

[It's asked innocently, but his tone belies a layer of ice coating each word.]

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[Even through his needy, lust-filled haze, he can see the moment things click into place for Lyney. And the way Lyney shifts, the way he slides into this new role with that sharp, icy smile sends a shudder up and down Heizou's spine. Because oh he's perfect. Heizou's asking for control to be wrenched away from him, to make it impossible for him to think, and as always Lyney is delivering perfectly.

Sometimes Heizou just needs someone to remind him that he doesn't know everything, can't know everything, can't always be in control and has to go with the flow. Back home everyone always assumes he can figure out every problem because he's "sooo smart", and it leaves him with no one to turn to when he's on the verge of breaking. It's put him in a place where it's better for him to work alone, where no one can be disappointed if he fails, or when he's wrong. But when he's pinned beneath Lyney like this he knows it's okay if he falls apart and gets broken down, because Lyney will be right there to help put him back together again.

Today is Heizou's birthday. And today he wants that reminder that he's only human. He doesn't want to be Detective Shikanoin. He just wants to be plain ol' Heizou. A cheeky brat that needs to be put in his place.

The rough tug to his hair does a wonderful job of doing just that, making him gasp and wince as his head jerks back. The way Lyney is holding him down leaves him feeling exposed and vulnerable, blinking up at the magician through his long lashes, cheeks stained red. They've barely started their rougher play, and yet Heizou can already feel himself twitching with need in his pants.]

I... I said-- [He has to swallow the lump in his throat. Has to squirm against Lyney's hold.] H-Hurry.

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[Lyney loves Heizou very dearly, and will happy sing his praises from the highest point he can so the whole world can hear. But Heizou is very similar to Lyney in terms of his worries and insecurities; perhaps that's why the two of them are so good at gently dismantling each other and putting each other back together. Because deep down, the two of them want the same thing; the ability to be vulnerable, be taken care of, and claim something that is wholly and completely theirs. It's why their relationship may seem peculiar from the outside looking in, but to the two of them, it just makes sense. They understand each other in ways very few will comprehend.]

[It's why he sees that defiance, the flash of pain, and feels the way Heizou twitches against him. Lyney can understand that this rougher play is exactly what Heizou wants right now, which is how he's able to slip into a colder persona. He hums, eyebrows raised in disdain as he grips Heizou's hair tighter, in a grip that would probably make the other start to see stars. At the same time he sits up, putting more weight on Heizou's groin while also pinning his hands down further.]

What's that? Now Heizou, I thought you were going to be a good boy. But it seems I was mistaken, wasn't I?

[There is a pair of faint click! sounds as he speaks, and when he leans back fully, still holding Heizou's hair, Heizou will find his hands have somehow been handcuffed to the bedpost; using cheap cuffs that can probably be broken out of easily by the other man, but are there more symbolically than for any real desire to bind.]

But now it appears I have to discipline you. A shame, really; I had thought that on your birthday you'd be less of a brat.

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[Heizou does in fact see stars when Lyney pulls harder at his hair, drops more weight down onto his aching dick, making him cry out softly from the mixture of pleasure and pain it brings him. He tries to buck his hips up against Lyney, desperate for some friction, but from this position it's too difficult. And then the next thing he knows there's that click in his ears, and the feel of something cold and unyielding pressing into the skin at his wrists.

They're a familiar set of cuffs. If Heizou really wanted to, he could break free from them. But that's not the point of them tonight, as instead Heizou blinks up at Lyney with a dazed, desperate expression. He likes this, he wants more, and Lyney is his beloved torturer who's going to make sure he gets it. And Heizou has to bite down at his lip to help him slide back into character, huffing out a little chuckle to disguise his groan.]

I-It's precisely because it's my birthday... [He squirms a little against his bindings, more for show than anything else.] I can do whatever I w-want~

[Except no he can't. Lyney needs to put him in his place. Because that's what he really wants.]

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Hmm~ You really think that? And here I thought that you were a good boy, but it seems that both of us were mistaken this evening.

[He can feel Heizou squirming, and he lets go of Heizou's hair as he leans in more, using his newly-freed hand to press down on Heizou's chest. He pins him down with both a hand and a cold, hungry stare.]

But no, you can't just do what you want. And I'm about to show you just that you can't just do what you please. Tonight, you're going to simply take what I deem you worthy of having.