They notice when we're both late to practice most mornings... Notice the little touches and smiles that pass between us so often. They see how close we sit to each other, always touching in some way. They notice when we both leave the room close together and return two hours later, our clothes wrinkled and our hair messy. Sometimes I'm sure they hear us when we sneak off to the bathroom during breaks to make out or to give each other a quick blow-job. And I'm certain they think that you're on top.
How wrong they are. What they don't know is how you whimper and plead for my cock when we have sex. How you love it when I pound into your tight ass. They don't know how you like to cuddle after sex, how you love it when I whisper dirty things into your ears, making you blush. They don't know that you like it when I call you cute... only me. You love it when I get possessive, when I tie you up for hours and tease you until you cry and beg for release. They never notice how you're always the first one to whisper 'I love you' to me.
They think they know about our relationship. They think you're the dominant one. And you want to keep it that way. You don't want to destroy your 'manly' image, even though they've all seen the little Hello Kitty plushies hidden under your bed.
And me? I want them to know who you belong to. I want them to see that I can control you with just the look in my eyes. I want them to watch as you willing get on your hands and knees for me and I want them to hear you moan in that way that makes you sound so much like a girl.
That's why I leave the door to the bathroom slightly open one day. Why I bend you over the counter and tease you until you beg for it. Beg to be fucked. It's why I smirk as I notice them looking through the crack in the doorway with shocked eyes as I slap you harshly and ram into your tight ass without preparation. You love it when I hurt you, make you bleed.
After, when I'm collapsed over your sweaty back, the two of us breathing heavily, I turn your head roughly and make you look at them, the three men having pushed the door a little more open to allow them to see better. Their shocked, and aroused by the sight of you so submissive. I lean down and bite the patch of skin where your neck and shoulder meet, marking you with a dark bruise.
You're upset that I let them watch, that I let them see you so powerless. But you tell me later, as we lay in bed together, that you're glad, that you feel more comfortable with yourself after it happened. And I just smile, pulling you into my arms and you tell me "I love you Ruki". And as always, I reply. "I love you too Reita."