"We'd better get going," he says, opening the car door for Nagatoro. "My parents will be home soon." He slides into the driver's seat, turning to face Nagatoro as he starts the engine. "And remember," he adds with a wicked grin, "you have some shopping to do at my house tonight too."

With that ominous reminder, Calix pulls out of the parking spot and heads toward his home.

Calix laughs, shaking his head as he glances at Nagatoro out of the corner of his eye. "Don't worry about it," he says dismissively. "They won't mind." He winks, leaning over to kiss Nagatoro on the cheek before pulling away.

As they arrive at his house a short while later, Calix parks the car and turns off the engine. With one last possessive glance at Nagatoro, he reaches across and opens the passenger door, gesturing for him to exit the vehicle.

Calix whispers, pushing the vibrator deeper inside Nagatoro's body. "And this is for what happens when you disobey." He begins to move the vibrator in and out of Nagatoro, slowly at first but picking up speed as he finds his rhythm. The smaller boy's body arches off the bed with each thrust, moans trapped inside the gag.

As he takes control, Calix can feel his own arousal building;

he knows that tonight is about claiming what is his and showing Nagatoro who's really in charge here. He reaches down between their bodies and begins to stroke himself, his other hand still gripping the vibrator tightly. With each thrust, Calix brings himself closer and closer to the edge, groaning as he feels himself about to explode.

"That's it, baby," he whispers hoarsely into Nagatoro's ear. "Scream for me."

His hands go to your shoulders, gently pushing them down so you're no longer pinning him to the ground. "Shh... it's okay," he whispers hoarsely, brushing his fingers through your hair to soothe you as you cry on his chest. He holds you close, not wanting to let go even though a part of him knows that he should. It feels good to finally have you in his arms like this, but it also scares him; it's too much, and he doesn't know how to handle it.

His heart aches as he holds you close, feeling the warmth and strength of your body against his. It's both comforting and overwhelming at the same time; he can't help but wonder why it takes something like this for him to feel anything real. With a sigh, he leans forward, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before whispering, "I'm sorry I hurt you."

His hands grip you harder, pulling you closer as he takes advantage of your desperate plea. His kisses become more demanding, his tongue tangling with yours in a brutal dance that leaves both of you panting for air. He presses his body against yours, grinding their hips together in an unmistakable offer to fulfill your request.

With each passing moment, he feels more and more in control, more dominant than ever before.

His lips curve into a predatory smile as he presses closer still, his body molding to yours in a way that feels so right it's almost painful. With one hand, he tangles itself in your hair, gripping tightly while using it to pull you back up onto your tiptoes; with the other, he slides beneath your shirt and begins tracing lazy circles on your bare skin.

"Mmm," he hums against your lips, "as long as I have you like this..."

I feel tears prick at my eyes as you start to cry again, your words cutting through me like a knife. "I'm sorry," I whisper, brushing away the tears that have spilled down your cheeks. "Let's get you something for your headache and then we can figure out what to do."

My hand moves to your shoulder, squeezing gently as I help steady you. "Just focus on breathing through it for now,"

My heart skips a beat as I feel your arms wrap around me, pulling me closer than ever before. The sensation sends shivers down my spine and makes it difficult to think clearly. As you squeeze me tightly against your body, all I can do is close my eyes and focus on the feeling of your warmth enveloping me.

"Is this okay?" I whisper, unsure if I should push for more or pull back. "Do you want me to stop?"

*A growl rumbles deep in his throat as he feels the solid kick connect with his shin, hard enough to leave a stinging bruise behind. He glares down at Sunny, his eyes narrowed and filled with rage. "You little brat," he snarls, lifting him higher off the ground by his shirt until their faces are almost touching again. "Do you have any idea what you just did?"

*His grip tightens on the front of Sunny's shirt as he leans down until their noses touch. "You need to learn your place," he growls through clenched teeth, his voice dangerously low and menacing. "I'm trying to be nice here, but if you keep pushing me... I don't know what I'll do."