You circle and you pace around Katakuri, taking your time, in no hurry at all. In this battle of wills, you knew that a swift and hard approach would get you nowhere. This was a war of attrition, chipping away at his patience bit by bit, until he could no longer hold himself back.
He stands ready, silent and waiting. Seeing him this way was...ooh, so tempting.
A man who held such control of himself, made to let go of it. Stripped of his sight with the thick black blindfold across his eyes, his haki bound by a promise not to use it...if not for a lack of seastone cuffs to lock his devil fruit abilities behind their metal, his layers of protection were peeled back one by one to show you his vulnerable middle.
You relished in the knowledge that his trust in you was immense. And even then, he's hiding it; how much this was getting to him. And you had to admit, the evidence was feeding your lust, just a bit.
His chest rose and fell with anticipation, arms down at his sides, right where you'd instructed him to keep them. His hands, still clad in his leather gloves, twitch every so often. You wonder if he's resisting the urge to hold them in fists. Showing such an obvious sign of his shaking determination, he surely would avoid. How amusing.
You make another circle around him, patient and quiet. His form is really something to admire; no one could deny he'd trained it to perfection, taut and strong. Arms like corded metal, thick and capable. Your fingers reach out to trace down from his tattooed shoulder to the spiked armband, drawing a muffled noise from his lips.
He tenses at your touch, but he stays still, as you asked him to. A smile stretches across your face. Though you were disappointed that you hadn't gotten him to break at the first contact, making him bend to your touch soon enough would prove a fun challenge.
From his arm, you move to his back. It's easy enough to slip the black vest off, dropping it to the floor in a heap. With fingers tracing the wing of pink-red ink and then along the crevices of his muscles, you take your time to appreciate Katakuri in full. They flex as his shoulders roll, but still he shows no further sign of being affected.
Hmm. He was strong-willed. He would need more to break.
Back around to his front you meander, where your hands caress his chest lovingly. But they're still gentle, only allowing a ghost of a touch against his skin, just enough to tantalize but never fully satisfy. His jaw clenches, teeth pressed tight against his lips as they thin with determination.
You think you hear a rumble deep in his throat as you trail up along his nipples, being sure to give them a teasing little swirl. Playing with the beast was otherwise ill-advised, but he was voluntarily leashed this time, and you were free to have your fun.
Hands descend down his chest and belly slow, taking their time to feel him up, stroking through the hair along the plains of his muscled chest, and then lower still to the little trail that disappeared down into the front of his leather pants...
He swallows, unable to entirely mask the tiny grunt of pleasure as your fingers dig down underneath his belt. Ah. Good. The first of the many cracks in composure you were sure to discover.
His breathing seems to quicken as you begin undoing his belt, the clinks and slide of leather so loud in the quiet space. You drop the belt to the ground beside his vest, and the metal buckle clatters against the tile. You had hoped to see him jump at least, but his fingers only twitch at his sides again.
Damn. Almost had him.
You smirk to yourself, thinking that you'd been going easy on him this whole time. He'd been simmering for long enough. It was time to turn up the heat a little...
While your fingers are busy undoing the button and zipper of his pants with agonizing slowness, your head leans forward to place small kisses against his belly. A fast inhale of breath, and his stomach drawing into itself. When your tongue licks a path of wetness just north of his belly button, you hear the creak of leather as his fists close tightly.
Yes, that was it...you'd have him wrapped around your finger in no time.
His zipper comes undone with a dull sound, and you begin tugging the pants down his hips. He doesn't move, doesn't resist, as the material is brought down past the fabric of his underwear. But he grunts again as you lower your head, mouth skimming down into the hair of his happy trail, and then further down to the still-clothed and half-erect cock that remains hidden underneath.
A huff of breath. A tiny thrust of hips.
It's when your lips reach his inner thighs and nip at the sensitive flesh there that he finally, finally, gives you a taste of what you wanted.
"Y/N..." He mutters dangerously, despite posing no threat to you at all.
You smile with a hum, helping him out of his pants and tossing them behind you. As you straighten, you place your hands on his chest and push, guiding him backwards to the bed behind him. When he was close enough, you give a sudden shove, sending him backwards to sit on the foot of the bed. He bounces in place, steadying himself with his hands on the bed.
Your own come to press them down into the mattress for emphasis. "Still no touching, Kata."
He growls, though the subtle furrow of his brow behind the blindfold tells you it's less with frustration and more from desperation. But, like a good boy, he does as told, and takes a good handful of the comforter in each gloved hand.
You return to his thighs, circling little patterns and mouthing kisses into his skin. Slow and steady. Right in the places you thought would tease and tempt him most. Each of his breaths end in a catch. Hips widen further, giving you better access. You wonder what he's thinking now, knowing exactly where you were, unable to see if with his own eyes, and being forced to envision it in his imagination...
You're thorough, but even after some minutes of admiring his corded thighs, you grant him a little respite. Shifting up, a hand plants itself against his chest again, and you ease him to lower himself until his back's on the bed.
Such a sight would make the people of Totto Land shocked and awed. But for you, it's delicious. Worked up, wanting, but patiently awaiting when you decide to give him what he wanted. Katakuri was a good boy indeed.
Your fingers tuck under the waistband of his underwear, and he lifts his hips up enough to allow you to slide it down his legs to the floor. His cock wobbled and stood to attention as it slips past, large and veiny. The sight makes you lick your lips. Mmm...
It's difficult to keep the slow pace, now that his girthy cock was on display. And so, with little more than a bite of your lip and a shift on your knees, you reach over to grasp him in your hand.
Perhaps he hadn't been expecting you to grant his cock with your touch so soon, because he sucks in a breath of surprise as you pump him nice and slow. His thighs tense, then relax, as he gets used to your pace. Was he really so wound up? His fists are tight against the bed.
There was no greater sight in the world than having Katakuri slowly come undone under your touch, doing all he can to remain restrained and composed, and yet failing so beautifully. His soft panting, the way his Adam's apple bobs with a swallow, teeth brandished in a concentrated grimace...
The teasing had gone on long enough, you decide.
He makes a strangled noise from the back of his throat when your lips take in the tip of his cock, tongue laving it with wetness. "Y/N, please..." Is the whispered plead from your lover. But he need not worry. You'd give him everything he asked for soon enough.
You bob down lower, mouth wrapped around the shaft and taking his length as far as your gag reflex will allow. He's a big man, so it isn't much, but you know for him it's more than enough. His head rolls back, pressed into the mattress with another groan.
You come back up and then down again at a steady pace, letting your tongue and the walls of your cheeks do most of the work for you. Your hand, still wrapped around the base of his cock, pumps his slowly, feeling his pubic hair between your fingers. Course and manly.
It's when you hum your approval of his every reaction, his every little sound, that he's at his most desperate. Muscles flex and shift in place as he so desperately wants to touch you, to reach out and caress your cheek perhaps, or to hold your head down until he fills it with cum, but he's not allowed. He promised. And he keeps a promise.
So edged and teased up to this point, he mutters out a half-incoherent warning much sooner than expected, and just moments before you lift away to watch the sticky white cum spurt from the tip of his cock.
Katakuri's relieved groans are long and satisfied, in between heavy breaths as he came back to reality. Your hand slowly works him, smiling every last drop out, until his pelvis and thighs are shiny with the stuff.
You smile at the sight of him, spent and exhausted, vowing that you'd give him another reward later for being so good.
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