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Praise / Kirikagi

🔞 joshaz / joshua kiryu & hazuki mikagi [AO3} this one's for the submissive haz enjoyers

It all started with a small, casual, innocuous compliment.

“You’ve done a good job reforming Shinjuku.”

The words fill him with a warmth he’s not accustomed to feeling. He can’t recall feeling anything like this. It feels… good. Gratifying.

Perhaps it’s also that it’s coming from Joshua. Hazuki can’t imagine having any such reaction to a compliment from anyone else. Simply put, he doesn’t value anyone’s opinion except Joshua’s. Being issued a genuine compliment by Joshua activates something in his mind that’s undeniably pleasurable.

The Higher Plane is not a praise-oriented culture. The only attention Angels receive, if any, is discipline.

Hazuki’s so taken aback that he doesn’t realize he’s forgotten to respond until he notices Joshua’s confused look. Stuffing his hands in his pockets and shifting his weight from my leg to the other, Hazuki clears his throat and croaks:

“ Ah—thank you, senpai.”

It’s the strangest sensation that’s affecting him, both physically and mentally.

It leaves him itching for more.

From then on, Hazuki tries to produce opportunities to replicate that feeling, researching (as he is always with his favorite subject) what kinds of things impress and attract Joshua. Hazuki even went so far as to ask Joshua to take him shopping solely to appeal to Joshua’s taste. He’s learned that his senior enjoys dressing people up to his standards. Forced to give up the camo slip-ons but it’s worth it for the compliments Joshua lavished on him, and to be the center of his attention.

The next compliment he receives is more personal. They’re standing close, overlooking 104, when Joshua breathes close to his neck.

“You smell nice.”

Hazuki turns his head to see Joshua smiling coyly up at him, feeling a tingling sensation spreading through his vessel. He must be reacting oddly because Joshua giggles.

“And so cute when you’re flustered.”

Hazuki’s mouth has fallen agape, and heat rushes to his face. Joshua’s eyes illuminate with the epiphany of having connected Haz’s reactions to his actions; he’s weak to praise. Now that he’s discovered this, it’s only downhill from here for his darling little kohai.

“Do you like it when I compliment you?”

Staring dazedly into Joshua’s eyes, Hazuki nods dumbly, confirming it.

“Good…” He seductively draws out the word as he tenderly takes his peer’s face into his hands. “Has anyone ever told you how perfectly tempting your lips look? They’re so full…” Joshua brushes a thumb across the lips in question, and Haz’s knees threaten to buckle. “And soft… I bet they’d feel amazing on mine.” Joshua’s level stare commands Hazuki’s gaze. “Kiss me.” He does without delay, and it takes everything in the smug Composer not to smirk.

Unbeknownst to Hazuki, Joshua’s not just going to indulge him; he’s going to train him. As expected, his eager junior is a fast learner. He follows Joshua’s movements and adapts to his style almost seamlessly, matching his pace and replicating every little maneuver until they’re performing a flawless erotic dance between sucking tongues and biting lips. Joshua breaks free to catch his breath.

“Just as I imagined… you’re amazing, Haz.” The deliberate informality is the icing on the cake. “And the way you move your tongue drives me wild.”

Shinjuku’s Composer can’t think, let alone speak, as another type of pleasure awakens, throbbing between his thighs. The showering of praise is not just ego-boost and positive reinforcement; it’s arousing. Very, very arousing.

And Joshua knows and intends to exploit it.

“Come home with me, pretty bird. I want to praise that hot little mouth of yours more… intimately.”

It didn’t take long to coax him out of his clothes—just a few sweet encouraging comments. Hazuki’s body is stunning, all lean and honey-toned skin, so none of his words are forced or empty.

“Look at you…” Joshua drinks him in with both eyes and hands which set out to explore the Angel’s figure. They caress his skin with light barely-there touches, the tips of his fingers raising fine hairs as they wander. He lingers on sensitive areas to see what makes him squirm, and despite Hazuki’s delectable hard-on in view, he doesn’t touch it just yet. It’s then that Shinjuku’s Composer reaches out to touch, going right for his fly.

“I want to please you.”

Joshua’s well aware that Angels have a tendency to be service-oriented, but he’d never considered Hazuki Mikagi among that possibility.

“Who am I to say no to that intoxicating mouth?”

In a flurry of movement, Joshua’s flumped down on the couch, Hazuki’s kneeling between his legs, exposing his cock and peppering it with tiny kisses. It’s clear by the careful and curious approach that the Angel’s never sucked cock before, (though he’s aware of what the act entails) and that knowledge alone swells him to full erection. Hazuki casts him a glance that’s questioning, and Joshua nods affirmingly.

“Make me proud.”

All but swooning at that, Haz licks a stripe up the prominent vein spanning the underside, following it to the bulbous tip and wrapping his lips around it.

Joshua threads his fingers through the choppy blonde spikes atop his head, petting through them as Hazuki slowly dips his head, drawing on what little experience he’s picked up from watching humans to serve his elder.

Joshua lets slip a self-satisfied sigh as he watches Haz’s lips stretch around his girth, and inch by inch disappear. It’s adorable seeing him trying to envelop more than he can handle on his first time. Joshua decides to be merciful and spare him from gagging.

“Easy—it’s not a race. Just being in that wet velvety mouth of yours is heaven enough. Go heavy on the tongue and suck on the head until you get used to me.” His instructions inspire Hazuki to moan, sending a tantalizing vibration through his shaft. He pulls up until he can alternate suckling and swirling his tongue around the flared crown, clumsily but so very determined. Before long, Hazuki’s loosened up and confidently bobbing his head, eyes screwed shut in concentration. He’s so enthusiastically invested that he doesn’t realize he’s got a steady leak of drool trickling out the corners of his mouth down to Joshua’s balls. Or he doesn’t care. Joshua’s sweet nothings are what’s steering him. Joshua’s approval. It’s all feeding a deep-seated need he didn’t know he was missing, flooding him with surge after surge of dopamine.

He’s still stubbornly trying to work more of his length into his mouth. He’s cleared the halfway mark, and beginning to show visible signs of struggle as the head creeps to the back of his throat, and Joshua can feel when it finally eases in when the pressure surrounding his cock tightens.

Hazuki’s frantic breathing, his face is flushed, and his eyes are glazed with unshed tears, and the picture alone is enough to make Joshua itch to paint his throat white.

“ Yes, just like that… keep it up. You’re doing so good…”

It's a subtle exchange of dominance and submission—but with a softer, spin. But that doesn’t make it any less intense. Hazuki revels in being encouraged and elevated, giving Joshua the power to mold him however he wishes with a stroke of his silver tongue.

Joshua could feel the onset of his orgasm, and as much as he wanted to give into it and fill his cute little kohai’s hungry mouth, his desire to finish inside a tighter orifice won out over primal instinct.

He fists his hand in his hair and grips it in silent demand to stop, inwardly laughing at how wounded those big brown eyes look, almost like he’s afraid he’s disappointed Joshua.

Far from it.

“As much as I adore your mouth, I don’t want to end it there. I’d like to worship that gorgeous body.”

The question hangs, unasked, in the air. Hazuki’s eyes ping-pong between Joshua’s engorged cock jutting out of his pants, dribbling precum (some of which has saturated Hazuki’s tongue), and Joshua’s unwavering leering gaze. Hazuki may be naive but he’s not oblivious to what Joshua’s implying. It’s safe to assume Haz’s never partaken in this activity, so when he mounts Joshua’s lap, Shibuya’s Composer takes the reins without a word. Deft fingers coax Haz’s lips back open to coat them with all the excess saliva and wedge them between the Angel’s asscheeks where the petite hole he’ll be violating resides. Hazuki startles when fingertips make contact, circling the first ring of muscle and teasing the puckered hole with gentle nudges.

Meanwhile, Joshua tucks his blonde head beneath Haz’s chin and laps at his Adam’s apple, giggling as it jumps with every nervous dry swallow.

“Relax. I’ve got you.” In so many ways.

Joshua allows Hazuki no time to think, layering sensations over each other to ensure that he can’t do anything more than feel and receive. At the same time, he sinks two fingers in his ass and clamps his teeth down on his jugular. Hazuki cringes at hearing himself whimpering with the dawning realization of what embarrassment feels like firsthand.

Nonetheless, he clings to Joshua and tries not to thrash as his elder probes his insides and sucks mercilessly until he’s left a nice bruise—a mark of possessiveness. Or conquest.

Hazuki’s so hard it aches.

Three fingers wiggle and flick, striking something inside him that’s electrifyingly hot.

Feeling the internal spasming of his walls, Joshua strikes that spot a couple more times.

“You’ll like that much more when it’s my cock rubbing your prostate.” With that, Joshua withdraws his fingers and coats his leaking cock with a mouthful of saliva. He grips Haz’s hip with the other hand to stabilize him, and slowly lowers him down. The second Hazuki begins to tense, he captures his lips in a heated kiss to distract him from the gradually growing pressure of the fat crown pushing through the tight bands of muscle and finally penetrating him.

The Angel’s body convulses and shudders, his ass reflexively clenching. Joshua shushes him while caressing his hip.

“You’re doing great…” A little deeper… “You can take me.” His hole’s stretching with the thickening girth, expanding wider and wider as he sinkers closer and closer to the base.

Hazuki chokes on a broken moan, feeling fuller by the second. Joshua’s cock seems to go on forever.

“All of me.” Hazuki’s panting, but bearing it so well. The pleased Composer kisses his brow.

“You’re being so good for me.” Joshua folds an arm around him and pulls him snugly to his body as he finally sheathes himself to the hilt inside of the now-seated Angel.

“Your ass fits me like a glove.” Hazuki, high on all the praise, is squirming in Joshua’s lap, pulsing inside and out.

“You’re so desperate…” Shibuya’s Composer sprinkles kisses from one collarbone to the other, a giggle in his tone. “I love that for you.” With Hazuki impaled on his cock, Joshua can fuck him effortlessly. Scooping his asscheeks into his palms, he begins to lift and drop him, savoring the sound of slippery skin slapping against his thighs.

“Hands on my shoulders.” Haz does as asked, and buries his face in Joshua’s neck, letting loose a keening moan as his elder takes control of his body to fuse him to his lap, pry his cheeks apart, and pound his ass with wild abandon. From that point on, all Hazuki can do is cling to him, riding the waves of his Composer’s ravenous lust for him and trying not to drown. Every thrust at this new direct angle is hitting his prostate, rapidly increasing his need to release. It’s what he might relate to maddening.

Even Joshua’s breathing is becoming erratic and harsh.

“Do you want me to cum in you, precious thing?”

“Please.”

Joshua’s condescending laughter tickles his ear.

"I think if you beg a little more sweetly, I might be convinced."

Haz groans, partly in mourning for his dying ego and partly because his cock’s about to burst.

“Please, senpai. Release inside me. Ejacula—”

Joshua claps a hand over the Angel’s mouth before he can revert to his default formality setting and with a few more deep plunges he peaks, and shoots several loads up inside him.

The pulsations of Joshua’s cock draining his sac are so strong that Hazuki’s ass is throbbing, and his body’s screaming with the urge to cum. Unable to resist the demand, he stuffs his hand between them to mindlessly palm his neglected shaft. Joshua lets him, finding delight in his Angel’s breathless whining and furious strokes, and in having reduced him to a carnal state.

“Look at me, Hazuki.” Haz drags his head up to stare into sinister violet eyes. “I want to watch your face as you cum.” Joshua smirks and casually rocks his hips, savoring how tight the Angel is and riding out the last of his orgasm, graciously lending a hand to help jerk him off. It takes only seconds in Shibuya’s fist—embarrassing by human standards perhaps but the height of flattering to Joshua—and Shinjuku’s shuddering and spilling over their bellies, eyes rolled back and mouth hung open, looking beautifully stupid, in ecstasy, and all Joshua’s.

“Bravo… That was incredible.” Joshua sits back to take in the view of his companion. “You were born for this. I think I’ll make you my favorite slut.”

Haz doesn’t understand the term, but by the look in Joshua’s eyes, it’s a form of praise.

“As long as I remain your favorite.” Haz fires back with a bold confidence that’s, in a word, fuckable.

Joshua coils the string of his pendant around his finger and smiles deviously.

“Oh, I have no doubt, kohai, you’ll work hard for me and earn it.”

#kirikagi #hazuki mikagi #joshua kiryu #hazjosh #twewy #angels have praise kinks amen

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