Eiji groaned and arched up in to the body above him. The bed they were on was soft and the sheets stuck to his sweaty back. Ash's hands were bigger than he imagined, his shoulders broader as the Japanese boy wrapped his arms around them. He clung to Ash, his short nails digging in to the soft flesh of his lover's back.
"Please, more!" Eiji cried out, his head pushing against the pillows. He tried to move his hips in time with Ash's, getting that delicious cock to pound him deeper. The blonde boy groaned and gripped Eiji's hips hard, pulling him impossibly close and thrusting faster. Eiji felt his world tremble as Ash leant down and kissed him. It was soft and gentle compared to the rough treatment he was giving his arse. Eiji's eyes, which were already shut, squeezed together more tightly. He wanted this to last forever.
This one moment.
He reached down and touched his abandoned erection which was contentedly trapped between their two bodies, leaking precum generously across their stomachs.
"Uh-" The Japanese groaned and wrapped his legs around Ash's back, holding him in place for a moment. He brought his head up and kissed the blonde, his tongue slipping inside that pretty mouth. Their tongues danced wickedly together until Eiji had to pull back for breath. He fell back amongst the pillows and let Ash start his movements again. Soon his hips were moving fast, the skin of his thighs slapping against Eiji's rear.
"Eiji! I'm almost there," He whispered frantically, his steady thrusts faltering slightly.
"Come in me," Eiji ordered, his own hand working his erection again. He tugged to the speed of Ash's thrusts.
"Ah, Eiji-" Ash groaned out. Eiji could hear that he was breathing erratically. His hips pushed forward a final few times before he came, emptying himself within the Japanese boy. Eiji's fist worked furiously on himself as Ash thrust weakly a few more times before becoming still.
"Ash!" Eiji moaned as he found his own release. His back arched against the warm body above him, his seed covering both of them.
The boy above him froze.
"Eiji…" It was said with such sadness that the Japanese boy opened his eyes. A brief glimpse of the boy on top of him told him that he was not Ash. Dark hair and even darker eyes stared at him with a mixture of complex emotions on his face.
Sing gently pulled out of Eiji and lay down next to him on the bed, keeping enough distance between them so their skin didn't touch, but within Eiji's reach if he wanted him.
Eiji, however, rolled on to his side, away from Sing. He squeezed his eyes shut again and felt tears slide down his face. It had been so perfect until he had opened his eyes. Ash was still with him, doing things that Eiji could have only dreamed of.
He suddenly felt dirty, as if he had ruined his memories of Ash. He always did afterwards.
"Why do we keep doing this, Eiji?" Sing's voice sounded so far away and yet closer than anything else. His soft tone throbbing in Eiji's brain.
"Stop Sing, please," Eiji mumbled, his long hair falling over his face. He ran a hand through it and held back a sob. Sing rolled on to his side, resting a hand gently on Eiji's waist.
"I just want you to be happy," He laid a kiss on the Japanese boy's delicate shoulder before pulling away altogether. He stood and made his way over to the bathroom. The door clicked shut and the sound of the shower soon filled the room.
Sobs erupted from Eiji before he could control them, his body shook from their force.
"Ash," He whispered in to the darkness.