Obedience

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“Damael, I have a little something for you,” Mizi called out softly from the bedroom.

The kouryou peered around the corner, watching Mizi as he came down the hall and stood in front of him, presenting him with something. He slipped it into Damael’s hands, letting the morph inspect it. Damael turned it all around, sniffed at it, and squinted his eyes at it. It was a circular band of light material, with a sort of string attached to it.

“It’s a collar, humans use these with their pets to teach them obedience,” Mizi gently took the collar back, slipping it around Damael’s neck.

Damael fidgeted, but looked up at Mizi, fully trusting. Those aqua eyes blinked so curiously, a touch of fear in his delicate features. A breath caught in Mizi’s throat. With that collar… the leash in his hands… it was just too arousing for some reason. Borderline hentai bondage and Damael was still so damn cute and innocent. Mizi felt a tug at his groin, but fought it off. They had some play to do first.

Mizi tugged at the leash very gently, taking steps back from the couch. Damael hopped down, crouching low to the floor in his usual stance, tail swishing along the carpet in lazy movements. The Azure youkai turned toward the kitchen, grinning when the morph moved at his side with the least amount of pressure from the collar, keeping low and submissive as if he truly were Mizi’s pet.

Mizi led the kouryou down the hall, very pleased with how Damael moved, like a dark panther, fluid and sensual. The leash in his hand burned, representing his control over the morph, but he didn’t need it, ‘mael moved along beside him without it.

In the bedroom, Mizi tugged the leash slightly to get Damael to move further ahead of him. Naturally and fluidly, the morph leapt up onto the bed and turned to face Mizi, tail curling around his ankles as he sat there proudly. Mizi smiled and nodded, curling the leash several times around his hand, trying hard to ignore the growing pressure beneath his jeans. Damael was just too irresistible in his innocent beauty.

“Lay down,” Mizi instructed simply.

Damael leaned back, stretching out along the bed, Mizi standing at the edge of the bed, leash still in hand and pulled taut at that distance.

With a very predatory grin, Mizi instructed again, “Roll over.”

The kouryou turned fluidly onto his stomach, the sight of his body broken only by the thin image of the leash crossing over his back. Mizi had to remind himself to breathe, he just couldn’t stand the play anymore, as short-lived as it had been, it was just too arousing. Damael hadn’t even looked back at him he was so perfectly obedient.

Mizi maneuvered and kneeled between Damael’s legs, bending forward to kiss at the base of the morph’s spine, where he knew was very sensitive right above the tail. He braced himself with the hand holding the leash, the other hand cupping Damael’s rear and kneading gently. Damael writhed beneath him, moaning softly into the pillows, pulling his claws in before bed sheets or flesh got torn up.

The Azure moved up along his lover’s body, kissing and licking until he reached Dam’s sensitive ear, nipping. The morph cried out softly, panting. Mizi knew how to get him excited even as difficult as it was.

“Can you morph your tail away, little pet?” Mizi breathed into his ear, licking along the shell.

Damael had to work really hard to concentrate enough under that kind of attention, but somehow he managed, morphing his tail into vanishing. It left him feeling somewhat exposed, a little more human. Mizi covered him with his heat, however, his hand still fondling the morph’s cute little rear.

The Azure was also really working at his ear and neck, nuzzling masses of white hair out of the way to nibble at the nape of the neck, thrusting his denim-bound erection subconsciously against Damael. He so badly wanted to make it into his little morph, but he knew he was too hot, he didn’t have the patience needed to make Dam’s first time both something special and not painful. No, in this mood he would drive carelessly into him and just lose himself there.

Damael buried his face against his arm, biting at his flesh to keep himself from moaning too loudly. Mizi’s hand pressed firmly on his tailbone, seeking fingers slipping lower as his mouth continued its assault on the morph’s neck and upper back, dragging his tongue over a shoulder blade.

“Mizi!” Damael called out softly, tensing in both pleasure and apprehension as a viciously probing finger slipped within him.

“Shhh, I didn’t say you could speak,” Mizi teased, jerked his hand that still had the leash wrapped around it.

Damael’s head was jerked up slightly, mouth falling open in a gentle whimper. Mizi kissed along his delicate jaw, curling his tongue at the corner of that delicious little mouth, pondering for a moment what that mouth could do. While he gave that some thought he lifted himself up off of Damael, groaning when his jeans constricted his hard flesh just a little too tightly for his liking.

“On all fours,” Mizi tugged the leash again.

Damael obeyed as swiftly as he could, not daring to look over his shoulder at his lover, head held pretty high and taut anyway by the leash, the collar burning a not unpleasant brand into his neck.

“Hmmm… pretty,” Mizi admired, snaking his free hand around Damael’s slender waist. His fingers sought out and curled around the morph’s penis, hidden within that sheath of skin beneath the velvet-smooth scales, teasing it out. Even with all that arousing attention Damael hadn’t even begun to firm up yet, but Mizi’s practiced stroke quickly fixed that.

The kouryou couldn’t help himself, thrusting into the long stroking motions, back arching. Mizi gasped at the gorgeous sight, Damael’s sleek dark body strung out tensely on pleasure, his head thrown back, pure white hair cascading down over his shoulders and contrasting beautifully, eyes closed in rapture, mouth open and releasing the most arousing sounds. He had no doubt the morph would have had something to do with his tail, but at the moment Mizi had wanted to just see that perfectly enticing rear, so inviting, and yet so forbidden.

It was also tempting to just keep going like this. Mizi was certainly close enough to release just watching the exotic morph, but there was more he wanted to try. His hand released Damael’s aching arousal, jerking the leash gently. Damael naturally followed it, turning and raising up onto his knees.

“Turn… all the way, face me,” Mizi instructed breathlessly, almost purring as ‘mael crouched in front of him, head high but eyes downcast submissively. His little pet. “Undress me… but don’t use your hands.”

Damael raised up, nuzzling under Mizi’s chin for a moment, wanting so badly to return the attentions… but first the clothing. He took a deep breath of Mizi’s scent against his neck and nipped at the buttons of the shirt, one by one, descending down along chest and belly. Each one was parted so easily, so quickly. Then he rose again, taking one collar in his mouth and tugging it gently open, distracted by the bared flesh there. He dared a darting kiss, but Mizi jerked the leash downward, making him yelp.

“Naughty koi, might have to punish you if you do something like that again. Now my pants.”

The button of the jeans was more difficult, the fabric so heavy, not to mention how tightly it was stretched. But the kouryou was determined, and wanted badly what was so firmly packing the garment, wanting to scent and taste it, feel it against him. He didn’t know where this thoughts came from, and he didn’t care as he nudged the zipper down, tugging at the garment to try and pull it down.

Mizi was panting, just having Damael in that area brought so many ideas to mind, and he was swiftly running out of patience. “Hurry up, little one,” he grunted, hastily kicking off his shed jeans.

Damael wanted to hold him, but kept his hands on the bed to support him, teeth gingerly gripping the band of Mizi’s underwear, purposefully rubbing his cheek against the outlined erection. Mizi groaned, shifting his hips forward before he could stop himself. The kouryou controlled himself as best he could, tugging the garment down and revealing the tumescent length.

Mizi gasped and jerked the leash so very reluctantly when he felt Damael’s lips brushing his penis. “I… I said I would punish you if you did that again,” Mizi regained his composure, smirking as Damael finished tugging down the undergarment, kicking it away as well. He tugged ‘mael up onto his knees, gazing into his eyes for an intense moment, his lover so captivated he couldn’t look away in proper obedience.

“Lay back,” Mizi whispered harshly, still commanding.

Damael chewed on his lip to silence a whimper, reclining back onto the bed once more. His dark reddish-purple erection burned against his stomach, the sheath morphed away, his eyes intent upon Mizi’s body as the Azure knelt between his legs.

“I wish I could make it into you, pretty koi… but I’m still saving that… have to save that,” Mizi took deep breaths to control himself, planting his hands on either side of Damael’s waist, leaning over him.

Dam squeezed his eyes shut and cried out as Mizi stroked his aching length against his lover’s, rubbing them heat to heat. Both their erections twitched, leaking out glossy pre-cum, slickening the union and heightening the sensation. Mizi closed his eyes and groaned, hand curling fiercely around the taut leash, the other hand working between them to grasp both lengths.

Damael cried out over and over again, thrusting his hips up into the friction, seeking more, writhing as a perfect slave to the pleasure. Mizi’s hand pumped both rock hard shafts together in time with his thrusts, smearing their mingling fluids all over one another’s erections.

“Ooooh… Damael,” Mizi spoke softly and breathlessly, forcing his eyes open to watch his dark lover. Gods the kouryou was absolutely gorgeous when coming, dark skin flushed, delicate features drawn in perfect concentration, body tense and strung up, everything focused on that single point of pressure. “Come with me… my little pet,” Mizi begged, pumping and squeezing their lengths as if they were one as his penis began to spasm.

Mizi groaned long and loud, shudders passing through his entire tense body, orgasm ripping through him, jolting every single nerve and muscle. His hot seed spurted out, coating his hand and their joined erections. Dam arched up, back clear up off the bed, slender frame trembling at the height of his pleasure, his fluids jerking out to seal the union further.

The Azure slowly unclenched his hand, languorously bringing it to his mouth for a little taste. He wanted so much to just sprawl out beside his morph and cuddle up together in perfect laziness, but they were a mess. He tugged gently on the leash, still in his other hand, smiling down at Damael’s bright and questioning eyes.

“Heel, my little pet, you need a bath.”

Moving with perfect fluid grace, Damael followed.

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