(my OCs) NESTE - feeding denial (Patreon)

[about Naoki and Celeste], [about my original story Unlock]

CW for the text below: itty bit of blood play, dom/sub dynamic

Once Naoki yields and his relationship with Celeste takes a turn for the sin, blood play quickly becomes one of their favorite activities. It wasn’t a kink Naoki had explored with other partners besides Celeste, nor something he’d felt inclined toward before having on his hands a little bloodthirsty devil who, in the midst of pleasure, breathlessly stares at his pulsing veins as if his whole world revolves around them—and that might not be too far from the truth.
The first time Naoki realized how much power that sort of play could give him, it so happened that Celeste’s claws had accidentally caught his flesh while trying to hold on to his shoulders for dear life.
Celeste’s apology had died on his lips as soon as he’d noticed the blood swelling from the clean and shallow cut on Naoki’s neck. He’d asked right away. Begged for it, desperate yet so polite, the way he gets only when Naoki manages to break his insufferable, brattish act.
They’d never engaged in feeding during intercourse before, and Naoki found himself wondering, what the hell had he been missing out on?
Still, he’d been intransigent. “Do you really think you’re in any place to make demands?” And Celeste had lowered his eyes, shaking his head meekly.
“I’m sorry, danna. I’ll be good, I swear. Tell me what to do to deserve it.”
Naoki had given him instructions, but no promises. “We’ll see if you can behave.”
And behave Celeste did, for once, laid on Naoki’s desk, folded in half over paperwork that used to feel compulsive more than compulsory before that far-too-necessary evil came into his life.
Holding the back of his knees in a grip that would’ve been bruising for anyone else, Naoki had bowed over him and fucked him almost entirely stupid. Celeste had been so eager to please, and for better or for worse, Naoki had always been remarkably good at pushing himself and whoever was around him to their limit.
Close to the end, he’d felt nearly lightheaded. What little blood he still had in his upper body was thumping in his ears, and Naoki did not realize he’d started to bleed from the wound until a droplet had trickled down his throat.
Of course, for his part Celeste had been nothing but attentive. His pale eyes had widened as he’d taken in the slow descent of the ruby bead toward his open mouth, moans turning frantic and strangled along with each of Naoki’s brutal thrusts that brought the blood closer to falling.
At the very last second, though, Celeste had shut his eyes and forcefully turned his head. The droplet had spattered on his cheekbone rather than on his waiting tongue, and when Naoki stopped short, Celeste had dared peering up at him.
“You didn’t give me permission,” he’d panted pleadingly. “Have I been good enough?”
He’d been downright perfect. Right at that moment, Naoki had wanted to kiss him so fucking badly. But that wasn’t something they did; the closest thing to such intimacy had only been feeding, with Celeste’s mouth pressed to his neck, and soft, blond curls entwined in his fingers.
Therefore Naoki had swiped Celeste’s cheek clean. His thumb had lingered for longer than it was wise to indulge before he’d moved on to press it to Celeste’s plump lower lip.
Celeste hadn’t even cared to lick or swallow until Naoki told him to. “Go ahead. Suck and show me if you’re more whore than demon.” And God damn it, if it isn’t tragic that Naoki can’t risk pushing anything thicker than a finger in that trap of a mouth Celeste clearly knows how to use.
Just the same, Naoki will make do. There’s no point in focusing on what he’s powerless against when he’d rather take his fair share of pleasure in this newfound play. He’s better off investing in new gags, bits and muzzles, because the prospect of denying and edging Celeste to the point of desperation feels almost as good as eventually giving in to the feeding in itself.

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(Sasha, this one's for you my nasty girl. You should've been here to see it.)