Yes, I did just title it that.
Gareki x Hirato
Fingers entangle in fine purple hair and ravenously push until their faces are, almost comically, smushed together. Small moans are released through gasps for air as tongues intertwine, and the larger pair of hands explores the younger body. Black hair dips back and a deep whimper calls out as his nipples are tweaked roughly, but he still manages to reach down and unbuckle the Captain's belt. Gareki took the lead by slipping down Hirato's torso to his stiff member and took hold of it. The older man stared down at him with a slight flush as he licked his lips and placed his hands on top of the black hair, positioning Gareki so that his mouth was at the tip of his penis. The teen glared up at Hirato for rushing him, but he still rolled his tongue over the tip, gaining a sigh from the older male. Gareki turned his head sideways and sucked down the shaft, stopped to playfully lick his balls, and traveled upwards to stab his tongue at the urethra. A.k.a Hirato's weak-spot. Gareki smirked as Hirato threw his head back in hopes of concealing a groan.
After he recovered, Hirato pinned Gareki against the bed's surface as he rubbed the brunette's bare thigh. Gareki wrapped his arms around Hirato's neck and drew him into the second french kiss of the night. Bringing up his finger and sliding it between their mouths, both began to wet it in preparation. Gareki's bleary eyes stared at Hirato as he licked and slurped the finger with desire. Deeming it ready, Hirato traveled down to Gareki's entrance and rubbed his digit gradually inside. The teen sighed and shielded his face with his shivering arms. Smiling, Hirato leaned forward and ran a string of kisses down Gareki's arm, readying himself at the slickened hole. As he pressed his member against the entrance, ready to thrust, Gareki pushed on Hirato's chest in denial,
" You remembered the condoms, right?"
I'll leave the rest to your imagination, lol.