Title: Christmas Special
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Mahiro/Yoshino
Warnings: really descriptive sex, little bit of overstimulation, Mahiro's love for f bombs
Summary: So Mahiro wants Yoshino for Christmas
*Sorry this is like, two months late for the holidays, but I had it written since dec. 30th I shit you not. I wrote it on the plane rides back and forth. I don't know why I never posted it, but I am now so here it is. Enjoy.
Christmas chimes and jingles flooded the department store as the loud noise of chatter and the click-clack of shoes echo against the walls. The store was brightly lit with Christmas lights and decorated thoroughly with snow, wreaths, ribbons, and trees. Even the store's ceiling had a special display of hanging glass snowflakes, blinking Christmas lights, and Santa's sleigh with all nine reindeer. The human population within the store had increased by at least seven-fold and was crowded no matter what department a person was visiting. This is where Yoshino found himself.
The current date was December twenty-fourth and in a stupor, Yoshino found himself standing in front of rows and rows of Christmas themed knick-knacks, staring blankly at the objects in disinterest as he vaguely wondered if any of them were even worth picking out. His journey had started around mid afternoon, when he realized that despite the fact he was supposed to visit Mahiro later that day (due to the blonde's insistent nagging), he hadn't really acquired a present to bring for the other. He had wandered around the jewelry departments at first, browsing the selections and entertaining the thought of maybe getting Mahiro a watch.
He has too many of these as it is.
His second stop was the clothing departments.
He has enough clothes for probably all of the third world countries.
He didn't even make it into the shops.
Yoshino continued for a good two hours, wandering and buying snacks to sate his hunger as he looked, but nothing seemed to come up right. Everything was either useless and something Mahiro would probably trash the next day, or something the blonde already had (most of which were too goddamn expensive). The brunette was coming up empty handed, and he had a little under three hours before he had to be at the Fuwa estate.
As a last resort, Yoshino stopped into a shop that held an array of random, small objects—Christmas decorations, keychains, hairpins; assortments such as that—deciding that something small and maybe worthless would be the best route to take after all. Mahiro was too difficult to get presents for, so he'd settle for getting him something now, and asking him what he wanted later. It would be better than showing up completely empty handed.
The brunette skimmed the rows half-heartedly, waiting for something to catch his eye. It takes a minute or so, but he does settle on one item in the end. He picked up the thin object, gave it a once over, and proceeded to the checkout with a thoughtful expression.
I wonder if I should pick up some cake on the way.
"You're late."
Yoshino's face remained indifferent to Mahiro's snappy statement, already mentally tired from his ordeal at the department store and then the hour long wait he had to endure at the only cake shop Mahiro says is "decent" in order to get one measly dessert. Granted, the cakes were pretty good, just Yoshino didn't know if they were good enough to wait an hour for. Nonetheless, he had done it, and he didn't feel like getting into an argument with Mahiro at this point.
The things I do…
"I got caught up. Besides, it's not even eight yet." Yoshino said as he stepped into the entryway, closing the door quietly behind him.
"Caught up doing what; jerking off?" Mahiro replied with a wave of his hand, heading into the foyer. Yoshino's arm became tangled in his jacket as he jerked in embarrassment, wrestling to take the fabric off.
"N-No! I was out shopping, not jerking off!" He yelled back, flustered. Mahiro's responded something unintelligible as he headed to a different room, not even waiting for the other to catch up. It wasn't like Yoshino minded much though. It was normal. He knew Mahiro's home well enough from the frequent visits, so it wasn't like he would get lost or anything, and he knew Mahiro was an impatient person in general.
The brunette took his time straightening his shoes at the entrance and hanging up his coat before following after the taller male, taking note of how the mansion seemed even more quiet than usual.
"Is Aika here?" Yoshino asked as he stepped into the grand salon. The room was thoroughly decorated, almost on par with the department store, and a tall, brightly lit spruce tree sat like the finishing piece near the center of the room, close by the windows. Mahiro sat back on one of the couches.
"No, she went out with her friends for a sleepover."
"So you're alone," Yoshino felt a smile tugging at his lips. "Is that why you told me to come over? So you wouldn't be lonely?"
Mahiro sputtered before he angrily glared at the brunette as if even the notion of that being true was ridiculous, despite the tips of his ears being red.
"Fuck no, I did it 'cause I was bored and I knew you didn't have anything to do!"
"Not even spending time with my parents for Christmas?"
"If anything your parents would be thanking me. Now they can spend Christmas together without you getting in the way."
"You're so cruel."
Mahiro smirked before holding out his hand like an expectant child.
"So? What did you bring me?"
Yoshino scoffed before reluctantly placing the neatly wrapped box in Mahiro's hand.
"Just something. Don't you think you should wait till tomorrow to open it though?"
Mahiro shook the box a bit; trying to discern what could possibly be inside. When it barely made even a rattle, he frowned, but nonetheless glanced back up at Yoshino.
"We open presents on Christmas Eve. Besides, it's not like it's a rule that says you absolutely can't open presents before the 25th. I already opened Aika's."
"Oh? And what did she get you?"
"A first aid kit."
Yoshino paused at the response. Silence hung in the air for a brief moment as the two merely looked at each other, one passive and the other confused.
"Why... a first aid kit?" The brunette finally asked, his eyebrows furrowed at the thought. He knew Aika was one for more practical gifts, but a first aid kit seemed nothing short of a joke.
"She said something like, 'stop getting into fights you delinquent' and then handed it to me. She also said it was your present too, since you always somehow get involved as well." Mahiro gestured towards the Christmas tree with his head, causing the brunette to turn and glance in that direction. Under the tree sat a rather large first aid kit with a decorative red ribbon innocently sitting atop it, and Yoshino quickly came to the conclusion that was the present Mahiro was referring to. Leave it to Aika to not only pick out a present that was practical, but managed to pick on Mahiro's bad habits as well.
"I'm 'gonna open this." Mahiro said as he nonchalantly waved the present in his hand in the air. Yoshino just sighed and shrugged, deciding it's best to just let the other male do as he pleases. The brunette sat on the opposite couch across from Mahiro and placed the cutely decorated red and pink box he had been carrying on the coffee table in front them.
"I also brought cake. Since I wasn't quite sure what to get you, I thought if you didn't like that present, this would work just as fine." Yoshino explained as he pried open the folds of the box to reveal a white frosted cake dusted pink at the top and decorated with strawberries and white chocolate that closely resembled snow. Mahiro smirked at the choice of cake as he tore away the wrapping on his present.
"That's a pretty interesting taste in cake you have. Even Aika wouldn't have chosen something as pink as that." The blonde teased as he chuckled at the other. Yoshino frowned and glanced upwards, meeting eyes with Mahiro.
"Well, yeah, I wouldn't have either. But Mahiro you like strawberries right?" At that, the blonde started, quickly looking away to avoid the other's gaze, feeling oddly embarrassed for a reason he couldn't quite grasp, but nonetheless disliking it. He glanced down at his lap, remembering he had unwrapped the gift Yoshino had given him, but hadn't quite looked at it properly yet. In his hands sat a majestically hardbound book, looking vintage with age and the cover a worn, forest green leather. Engraved on the front in gold letters were the words, "Shakespeare: the Great Collection." Mahiro looked up at Yoshino, eyes narrowed in disdain.
"Really?" The brunette merely smiled at him.
"Stick to reading books and stop getting into fights, you goddamn delinquent." Yoshino teased, playing off the words Aika had said to Mahiro when she had given him his present. It's not like the gift was completely useless though. He knew Mahiro read when he was bored, and more often than not when he wanted to understand anything Aika was saying, so it wasn't the worst present he could have gotten. It was just probably not ideal in Mahiro's eyes. "Besides, that's not the only thing I got you," Yoshino stood up to retrieve the small china plates and silverware in the display cabinet, the forks and platter clinking lightly as he gathered them in his hands. "Check the inside."
Mahiro did as was suggested, opening somewhere in the middle of the book and flipping through the pages with a bored expression. Yoshino meanwhile placed the plates on the coffee table near the cake and set about cutting the dessert neatly, making sure that it's cut so the strawberries are equally distributed with each slice
"Yoshino, there's nothing else inside this—" Mahiro stopped short as he flipped to the beginning of the book, something thin and metal slipping out from between the front cover and first page and landing in his lap. He picked up the object and examined it. It was a thin, flattened piece of metal shaped like a cane. At the rounded edge of the flattened rod were small, intricate designs until it reached the end, where an elaborate, thinly crafted flower ornament dangled with a bright red gem as its center, a tassel of the same color hanging beside it. At first, Mahiro mistook it for a hair ornament, and the blonde was ready to vent the other male's ears off for getting him such a useless and horrible gift, especially since he wasn't a girl. He stopped though and reexamined the object in his hand, turning it over before back.
"A bookmark?"
"Correct." Yoshino said with a smile as he placed a slice of cake in front of the other. "To be honest, it's hard to think of good presents to get you, so I just went with something small, since I had no idea. You can throw it away if you don't need it really, it wasn't that expensive. But if there's anything else you want, you can tell me now and I'll get it for you tomorrow." The brunette smiled and took a bite of his cake. His eyes widened slightly as he stared down at the dessert on his plate before glancing up at the other male. "Mahiro, you should really try this. It tastes pretty good."
Instead of answering, Mahiro stood up from his seat after placing his gifts on the coffee table and moved to sit beside Yoshino, their bodies almost uncomfortably close as Mahiro chose to sit hip to hip with the other. Surprised, Yoshino leaned away a bit and moved to scoot away, only to be held in place by a firm hand on his waist pulling him even closer. Mahiro opened his mouth expectantly, eyes closed as he waited. Yoshino glanced around in confusion, unsure of what to do as he sat there, trapped.
"Uhm... Mahiro. Did you perhaps want me to feed you?"
With eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, Mahiro opened his eyes to glare at the oblivious male.
"What the fuck does it look like?"
Yoshino could feel the tips of his ears begin to feel warm in slight embarrassment, and not because he mistook the situation. Mahiro was sometimes much too bold. Hesitating a bit, Yoshino scooped a slice of cake onto his fork and held it up to the other's lips. The other moved forward, mouth open, his gaze shifting upward from the fork to Yoshino's eyes, staring at him with piercing red eyes that held a hint of what Yoshino could only make out as want as he took the fork into his mouth. Drawing away slowly, Mahiro chewed thoughtfully as he let the taste play over his tongue, taking his time with the bite as he watched Yoshino's expression. Yoshino looked away from the sight, finding it too embarrassing to keep eye contact with the blonde as he ate, because it didn't seem like it was the cake Mahiro was eating—but rather like Mahiro was eating him with the way he was staring so intently. After a moment, Yoshino heard the male swallow before speaking up.
"It is pretty good, I guess. Not the best I've had though." Mahiro said quietly. Yoshino stiffened, able to feel Mahiro's steady breath against his neck now as the blonde leaned forward, drawing even closer to the brunette. Yoshino instinctively moved away, still avoiding eye contact with the other as he tried to think of a way to escape this situation.
"You say that about every dessert you eat. Except for that one time when you tried tiramisu for the first time." Yoshino said quickly, almost able to feel Mahiro's hungry gaze now. "If you don't want it though I'll go put away the dishes." The brunette moved to stand, only to stumble back down when the hand around his waist tugged him back, and not even a second later, a pair of hungry lips attacked his neck as Mahiro's other hand pulled at the collar of his shirt to expose his skin. Yoshino let out a sound that sounded like a cross between a distressed cat and whale—quite an embarrassing sound he would admit—as he tried to push Mahiro away.
"Let's just say I only crave specific types of sweets then." Mahiro said as his lips left Yoshino's neck for a brief moment only to reattach them to the flesh right under the brunette's ear, sucking hard as he pulled Yoshino close. His free hand wandered over Yoshino's chest, travelling down to his stomach and then to the hem of his shirt, slipping his fingers under the fabric and lifting, his fingertips tickling the soft skin underneath as he slowly exposed it. Yoshino's hand shot down, grabbing Mahiro's wrist and pushing against it, fighting to remain decently clothed as his cheeks dusted to a faint pink color from the harassment.
"Really Mahiro? You're going to this now? And here of all places? Anyone could walk in! Stop it!" Yoshino whispered harshly, feeling like if he were to speak louder, some anonymous figure would somehow overhear them and discover the indecent behavior he conducted around the young master of the household. His words fell on deaf ears as Mahiro only licked a thick strip down his neck, making the brunette whimper a little on the inside at the feeling. Mahiro moved in front of Yoshino, trapping the brunette against the couch as his lips attacked the smaller male's collarbone, creating pretty pink bruises on the pale flesh. His hands moved to Yoshino's waist and without warning, flipped the boy's shirt all the way up, exposing his chest to the cool air.
Flustered, Yoshino pushed against Mahiro's shoulders, gritting his teeth as he half-glared at the blonde despite his cheeks burning something awful and feeling the first small sparks of arousal.
"Seriously, Mahiro, couldn't this have waited for some other time?"
"My present." Mahiro said as he kissed the brunette's chest, Yoshino instinctively arching into it as his hands stopped pushing the other male and instead held tight onto his shoulders.
"You said I could tell you now," Mahiro glanced up at the flustered male and smirked. "Except you won't have to get it for me tomorrow. I'll be taking it now."
And with that, Mahiro skipped straight to what he wanted and began undoing Yoshino's pants. In a panic, Yoshino wriggled and shoved at Mahiro's hands, cockblocking him at every step of the way.
"Mahiro you can't do this here!" The brunette hissed as he shoved at Mahiro's hands again as they began to unzip his pants. Irritated, Mahiro grabbed Yoshino's wrists and raised them up, their hands suspended in the air in front of them, now at a stalemate.
"So are you saying you'd be fine with it if it's not here?"
Yoshino sputtered a bit before finding his words.
"That's not what I meant at all!"
"Then, here is fine." Mahiro concluded as he quickly shifted Yoshino's wrists into one hand and swiftly tugged the brunette's pants down. Yoshino let out a small yelp as his body was tugged forward, slipping down slightly on the couch as his pants were forcibly removed. He struggled a bit, kicking his legs in hopes of throwing Mahiro's balance off and loosen his grip, but to no avail. The annoying clothing was discarded and Mahiro was smirking like he had just won the lottery. He released Yoshino's wrists in favor for gripping the boy's thighs, spreading them wide apart as he pulled again, tugging Yoshino's body further down the couch, the brunette now more slumped against the sofa rather than sitting. Before the flustered male could even voice his displeasure, his body twitched as he felt Mahiro's warm and soft lips against his groin, kissing and sucking his dick over the thin fabric of his briefs. He squeezed his legs against Mahiro's hold, though it didn't help much, as his head lolled to the side in pleasure, a small moan escaping his throat. Mahiro glanced up at the brunette as he let his tongue drag over the hardening bulge, slow and firm, causing Yoshino's lips to part in a gasp as the pleasure shot through his lower back, heat beginning to build in his abdomen. His hands slipped over the leather couch, trying to find a hold, before finding his grip on Mahiro's shirt, choking out moans as the blonde continued his ministrations against his groin, a lick here, a suck there, and the occasional soft bite that drove Yoshino crazy as his sensitive cock was teased under his briefs, the fabric becoming wet from saliva and spots of precum. By the time Mahiro was done with his torture, the brunette was panting lightly, his thighs shivering in pleasure and his cheeks a beautiful pink. Mahiro loved that Yoshino blushed so easily—especially when they fucked, because the brunette would often turn red even down to his chest.
"Let's get you out of these now." Mahiro said as he licked his lips, tugging down the now pliant brunette's underwear and slipping it off quickly. Mahiro smirked at the sight before him. Yoshino's cock was standing proud and red, the tip wet with precum and twitching in anticipation. The blonde however stroked his hands up and down the brunette's inner thighs slowly, massaging the soft flesh and pressing kisses to his knees. Yoshino almost whined, this just being another form of torture to him. He shivered as Mahiro ran his fingers over sensitive patches of skin on his thighs that he hadn't even known existed until he met Mahiro, a small groan slipping through his lips as the blonde leaned down to suck on one of those patches on his inner thigh, tonguing and kissing it before sucking hard that had Yoshino mewling quietly with need. The blonde's hand brushed dangerously close to Yoshino's cock, and the panting male keened.
"So now you want it." Mahiro said with a chuckle. Yoshino glared down at the smug male and hissed.
"Shut up—ah!" Yoshino arched as he felt Mahiro's hot mouth suddenly engulf him whole, his knees shaking as Mahiro held his legs open, bent up and spread as if he were a girl. He quivered as Mahiro's tongue did absolutely disgusting things to him, moaned as the blonde's soft lips dragged over his sensitive length as he pulled back, flinched and cried out loudly he sucked his head roughly yet rubbed it sensually with that same, sinful tongue.
Yoshino had absolutely no chance once the blonde began moving seriously, bobbing his head at a moderate pace over Yoshino's twitching cock. A pace that allowed Yoshino to breathe without being overwhelmed, but fast enough that had the brunette writhing in pleasure in a matter of minutes.
Yoshino hated this the most. In fact, he hated anything sexual with Mahiro. The blonde was much more skilled and experienced than him, and more often than not, the aggressive pace that Mahiro usually moved at literally stole Yoshino of his breath, leaving the brunette panting and struggling to fill his lungs with air as he hung on for dear life, unable to even fight back or beg the other to slow down because he's so completely overwhelmed. It'd be a lie if Yoshino said it didn't feel good... but no he still definitely hated it.
Unfortunately, Mahiro quickly caught on to the effect he had on Yoshino, and has since used it against him. Such as now; teasing him to the brink of tears because he knows all the right buttons to push without making Yoshino's mind go completely numb from the pleasure, forcing the brunette to feel more, to focus on every little thing Mahiro does, and make his body literally melt.
Mahiro pulled away from Yoshino's cock with a slick, wet pop, the length even more red than before, precum mixed with saliva dripping from the head as the brunette trembled under his hands. Yoshino shied away from the blonde's knowing, piercing red eyes, the creases in the leather couch suddenly becoming much more interesting.
"Shall we get another place wet and needy too?" Mahiro said lustfully as he pushed Yoshino's legs further up, keeping them spread apart. At that, Yoshino's head snapped forward in attention, just in time to see Mahiro's red tongue, hot and dripping with saliva, press against his hole. Yoshino's body flinched as a loud startled moan fell from his mouth. His hands gripped Mahiro's hair tightly as the blonde tongued his entrance at a quick pace, dipping the tip in and out of it teasingly.
"Ma—Mahiro! Wait—!" The brunette sobbed as he felt Mahiro do the exact opposite and slip his tongue deep inside him. It's not like they've never had sex before, but this didn't come quite as often, and every time it did, Yoshino could never bring himself to get used to it. The wet, pliant muscle slipped in so easily despite being unstretched, moved and pressed against his walls with movements that could never be recreated with anything else, and it just felt so alien and yet—and yet Yoshino couldn't help but enjoy the sensation.
His face flushed a deeper red as he felt Mahiro begin to move his tongue in and out; loud, obscene wet sounds being produced from the movement. Yoshino instinctively tried to close his legs together, and this time Mahiro allowed him. He helplessly pressed his thighs tightly together, shivering and moaning vulgarly as he gripped Mahiro's hands that were holding up his legs.
With a loud slurp, Mahiro sucked the entrance hard, causing the moaning teen to buck his hips up, choking on his own cries. The blonde pulled away and soothed the quivering male's legs, rubbing his thighs smoothly as he coaxed them apart to peer up at Yoshino, smiling at the sight of his completely wrecked look.
"Hold your legs up high for me." Mahiro commanded as he went back down, licking two of his fingers and coating them with saliva before slipping them deep into the brunette with ease. Yoshino flinched a bit at the intrusion, his entrance burning at the poorly lubricated friction, but soon overcome with sweet pleasure as Mahiro slowly rocked his fingers inside him, not moving much but instead massaging his inner walls. The brunette let out a pleasurable sigh at the sensation, holding his thighs up high with no qualms, quiet moans spilling over his lips. This was a pace he could get used to. Slow, heavy, firm, pleasurable, and best of all, he could breathe.
Of course if Mahiro is involved, all good things have to come to an end, and soon enough, the blonde began moving his fingers steadily, the pace a bit faster than before. It wasn't anything Yoshino couldn't take, but he still disliked the burn he felt every time Mahiro stretched him, wincing occasionally when the blonde scissored a little too wide. His fingers dug deep into his thighs though when Mahiro pushed in deep and crooked his fingers, his head tossing back as he let out a loud, obscene moan. The response had Mahiro licking his lips and driving his fingers in faster, with the occasional crook that had the brunette writhing over the digits inside him, easily making up for the sting of being prepared.
Not long after the change of pace, Mahiro suddenly scissored wide, startling the brunette, only to gasp as he felt the blonde's tongue slip in beside his fingers. He moaned, loud and high, as his fingernails began to form crescents on his skin. Yoshino panted, his hands shaking in effort to keep his legs up as they wanted to do nothing but push back down. He felt his grip slip though when Mahiro began to thrust his tongue and fingers into him faster, small red scratch marks forming under his thighs in an effort to keep from kicking the blonde. He let out a breathless moan, unsure if he would be able to keep this up, Mahiro teasing his ass being of absolute no help.
"Mahiro—no more..." He panted out, sweat beginning to form over his skin. Fortunately for Yoshino, Mahiro pulled away obediently, saliva stringing from his tongue to Yoshino's twitching hole. He pulled his fingers out as well after a few more well placed thrusts, smiling at the cute, quivering pink hole. He ran his thumb over the softened flesh, Yoshino's entrance opening easily for him when he pressed in, almost sucking the digit in.
Yoshino kicked Mahiro's arm, the blonde stumbling back a bit before glaring at the other male. Yoshino only glared back.
"I told you no more."
Mahiro smirked and leaned in, his hands resting on the cushions of the couch on either side of Yoshino, pressing his crotch against the brunette's ass, his bulge hard and straining against his pants, and grinded teasingly.
"Does that mean you want me to fuck you instead?" He asked seductively. In response, the male under him turned bright red and he received a shove to the chest for insinuating it. But otherwise, Yoshino remained silent. At this, Mahiro smiled.
"Oh, looks like I'll get to use Aika's gift a lot sooner than expected." The blonde stated as he moved away from the couch and walked over to the Christmas tree. He grabbed the first aid kit under it and searched through its contents until he came back with a medium sized package. Yoshino struggled to sit up, his elbows slipping slightly on the leather couch.
"What is that?" He asked, still slightly out of breath. Mahiro stood in front of Yoshino, holding the package between his teeth, as he unzipped his pants, nudging the cloth down enough for him to easily pull out his cock. The blonde stroked his thick length slowly as he responded.
"Loof."
"Oh." Lube.
Yoshino averted his eyes from the scene in front of him, able to feel his cheeks burn more at the sight of Mahiro's dick. He heard the sound of the packet being torn open, the slick sound of wet skin on skin, and then Yoshino felt his legs being pushed up again. He braced himself against the couch, trying to keep himself from sliding down more than he already was.
"I do actually have proper lube up in my room, but I don't feel like getting it. It would take too long, 'ya know?" Mahiro said with a sly smile. Yoshino started, one hand shooting out to push against the blonde's chest.
"Mahiro! What the he—ahh—Ah!" The brunette cried out as he felt Mahiro push forward anyway, his dick sliding into him unexpectedly smooth until about the halfway point, where Yoshino bucked upward at the sting of pain, gasping as he clawed Mahiro's shoulder. The blonde paused, rubbing Yoshino's hips gently as he gave the smaller male a few seconds to adjust before he began giving small nudges forward, rocking his hips in a fluid motion, his dick slowly sinking into the other male with each movement.
With shaky breaths, Yoshino closed his eyes tightly as he felt Mahiro pushing his way inside. His legs subconsciously fell open a little more to accommodate the other male, bearing with the pain. It was nowhere near as bad as it was the first time they did this, but even after that, the burn of being stretched open remained. Mahiro had suggested that if they fucked like rabbits on a daily basis, Yoshino would get used to it faster and it wouldn't hurt as much anymore.
Yoshino had never declined something so fast in his life.
"Ah! W-Wait, Mahiro...!" Yoshino shrank away, both hands against Mahiro and pushing, elbows locked, and his hole clenching tight around the blonde's length. His legs squeezed Mahiro's waist, trying to stop him from moving, the feel of Mahiro's cock pushing ever deeper inside him sending his body into shock, his legs twitching uncontrollably as the sensation began to make his lower body feel numb. Mahiro grabbed Yoshino's legs and rubbed them soothingly, but did not stop his movements, continuing his fluid rocking into the brunette despite the tight squeeze of the walls around him.
"Yoshino, relax. It's been a while, of course it's 'gonna hurt." The blonde sharply jutted forward and stilled, the panting male below him crying out as he was impaled a little more onto Mahiro's dick. "This is what happens when you keep refusing it." The blonde said jokingly, moving his hands up to massage Yoshino's hips gently. Yoshino sobbed and clawed the other's chest purposely.
"Fuck you..." He muttered, able to feel his entrance quivering and spasming over the thick length from the stretch, but the rest of his body from the waist down feeling out of joint and not like his own.
Mahiro almost grinned at Yoshino's response, it being a rare occasion when the brunette let's a curse slip.
"Fuck you? Gladly." Mahiro said and grabbed Yoshino's knees, pushing his legs up even more, practically bending the boy in half, before thrusting in hard, making the brunette cry out. Yoshino scrambled, his hands searching for purchase, and before he knew it, he had his arms around the blonde's neck, tugging him close as he gasped and sobbed into his neck. Mahiro soothed the brunette's sides, kissing his ear.
"Yoshino, it's all the way in..." He said, but Yoshino remained quiet. He recognized the shape, remembered the feeling—the familiar feel of Mahiro's cock nestled all the way inside him, reaching deep into his stomach. It didn't hurt now, but Yoshino knew it would once the blonde started moving again. So he stayed silent. Besides, he was still mad at Mahiro for forcing the rest in so suddenly anyway.
Mahiro sighed and let the brunette throw his tantrum, placing kisses over the skin of his neck, unable to really reach anywhere else since Yoshino refused to move his face away from the juncture of his neck and shoulder or release his arms around him. When Mahiro had decided more than plenty of time had passed to allow the other to get used to him, he began a slow, steady rock of his hips once more, his cock rubbing and massaging the deepest part inside the brunette. He was about to go soft for God's sake. To his joy, instead of quiet sobbing and cries, he was reciprocated with a small mewl against his ear from the brunette in his arms.
With a small smirk, Mahiro placed another kiss against the other's ear before he started moving harder, rocking into the smaller body with firmer movements and upping the tempo. When the gasps began to turn into moans, Mahiro upped the pace again, beginning to thrust into Yoshino with small, frisk movements.
Yoshino groaned at the brief spark of pain at the friction of Mahiro's dick moving in and out, but his brain soon rewired that sensation to translate as "pleasure" as his walls quivered over the hot rod inside him. His grip over Mahiro's shoulders began to loosen as he let himself be thrust into, and the blonde took that moment to slip out from the other's grip, pushing his shoulders down onto the couch as he thrust faster into him.
Gasping at the sudden brisk pace, Yoshino cried out at the sensation, the slide of Mahiro's length moving inside him surreal and hot. With his legs hanging over Mahiro's shoulders, ass raised high, Yoshino weakly gripped the blonde's arms, which had moved from his shoulders to rest on the couch on either side of his head, unable to do anything other than brace himself against the onslaught.
Mahiro continued his brisk pace into the brunette, the squeeze of Yoshino's walls over his cock sending his head spinning. He felt the corner of his lips tug upward. He knew Yoshino would take it. No one could take it as well as Yoshino could—could take the pace Mahiro set as good as Yoshino. It might have been what led to his unhealthy obsession over the brunette, but no one needed to know that.
Deciding he had enough of playing nice, Mahiro sat up straighter, one knee sliding onto the couch as he grabbed the backrest, pulling his hips back until only the head of his cock was still inside the brunette and snapped his hips forward, pulling his body forward and using his weight to bury his entire girth deep inside the welcoming heat quickly and roughly. Yoshino was his present, so he was going to make sure to take it all.
Yoshino's body tensed as the brunette let out a loud cry, his hole twitching over the hard muscle as his cock dripped with precum, the small droplets staining his abdomen. Yoshino's cry morphed into a pleasurable sob as Mahiro repeated his action again quickly, setting a fast, dominate pace over the smaller body, impaling him with his dick over and over again roughly, groaning at the fluttering muscles hugging his cock. Yoshino's cries only became louder and louder, unable to keep up with Mahiro's pace.
He was literally being fucked into the sofa. Yoshino could barely move, completely slumped against the couch, his head scrunched forward as his ass was only raised higher into the air due to Mahiro's impossible demands. He was practically in half and yet it wasn't enough for the blonde, and all Yoshino could do was try to remain sane. All thoughts of that went out the window however when Mahiro shifted again and began fucking down into the brunette. Yoshino's mouth fell open in a silent, breathless scream as his prostate was fucked against, Mahiro's heavy thrusts hitting the sensitive bundle of nerves with disturbing accuracy.
Yoshino screamed out, choking halfway on it only for him to sob some more. His hands felt drunk as he reached up, trying to grab onto something. One hand managed to grip Mahiro's shirt, while the other was snatched up by the blonde's free hand, the aggressive male bringing it up to his mouth and biting Yoshino's wrist hard.
At this point though, the brunette couldn't even feel the pain. The sensation of Mahiro's dick pounding again and again into him drowned out all other senses.
"M-Mahi—" Yoshino moaned breathlessly, chest heaving as he fought for oxygen. "Slow—Nngh! Ah! Slo—er—please—ah!" the brunette cried out, his plea ending with a loud, high-pitched sob as he was rammed into again. Mahiro however refused to let up. He continued his pace, the heat in his stomach coiling tighter as he felt his release approaching. He glanced at the brunette, smiling at the poor boy's wrecked appearance.
Yoshino looked like a fucking fish, gasping and crying as hard as he was, his cheeks completely flushed and his bangs sticking to his face from his sweat. It was Mahiro's favorite view. He loved seeing Yoshino's face as he was being fucked silly—being fucked to the point of breathlessness. He loved Yoshino's face when he cried from the overwhelming pleasure, and how his stomach tightened in reflex every time Mahiro shoved his cock deep inside him.
That was his Yoshino now.
Best fucking present ever. Mahiro thought with a smirk as he quickened his thrusts, Yoshino's voice upping one more octave.
The blonde released Yoshino's hand in favor for reaching between them, gripping the base of Yoshino's cock tightly and giving a few quick pumps.
Completely lost, Yoshino thrashed against the couch, his legs shaking and his toes curling in as he stood at the very edge of his orgasm. He mumbled "no" in rapid fire in between his moans, his cock twitching in Mahiro's hold, precum running down his length freely now, unable to take all the sensations.
Mahiro held the base of Yoshino's dick tightly and firmly stroked upward, the cum being milked out easily as the brunette's orgasm hit him suddenly. Yoshino tensed, his breath holding as the intense orgasm rippled through his body, his cum spilling out like a stream with the help of Mahiro's grip, his body trembling. When he finally reached the last throes of his orgasm, Yoshino gasped and gulped for air, his body heaving and his legs twitching uncontrollably as small sounds of discomfort trickled from his lips.
Unfortunately for Yoshino, he had no time to rest, as Mahiro was still thrusting into him at his rough pace, and the brunette let out a long, frustrated cry.
"Aah—ngh... hurry!" Yoshino cried out, the overstimulation making his body spasm and jerk violently, his moans and cries beginning to turn into full out wails, tears slipping down his cheeks. Yoshino gasped for air, closing his eyes tightly as his vision began to go white, black static creeping from the edges. Yoshino always became extremely hypersensitive after he released, unable to take it for very much longer after he came, forcing Mahiro to either pull out and finish up or time his release with the brunette. Despite knowing this, Mahiro had considered continuing and taking his time to finish up inside Yoshino no matter what the brunette did or said, but seeing his lover's wails only become louder and his thrashing become more violent from the overstimulation made the blonde change his mind.
"Fuck—!" He cursed before quickly pulling out, gripping his cock tightly and pumping hard and fast, coaxing himself to release, his seed spilling over Yoshino's stomach.
The brunette laid there, limp and wasted, cum drooling from his cock from the previous onslaught after his release, breath hitching and hiccing as his body twitched in Mahiro's hold. The overwhelming pleasure was waning off, allowing Yoshino the chance to finally breathe.
Mahiro shifted above Yoshino, causing the brunette to glance up and look at the other with hazy eyes, still fucked out and exhausted. The blonde gathered the other gently in his arms and pulled him up from the couch, switching their positions and sitting on the leather cushions himself, adjusting Yoshino to straddle his lap and rest against him comfortably. The brunette sighed and closed his eyes, allowing his head to droop and lay against Mahiro's shoulder, taking in the other's scent mixed with sweat and the slightest hint of cologne as he continued to catch his breath.
Maybe the best part after having sex with Mahiro was the aftermath; when the blonde is uncharacteristically gentle, like an apology for being rough and whimsical, for being Mahiro. Even now, the blonde's hands idly caressed and rubbed Yoshino's hips, more often than not trailing down to his ass, and it felt good. Yoshino wasn't one to crave for attention, but when it was like this, he enjoyed it. And they say Mahiro is spoiled.
Yoshino sighed, his breathing finally back to normal, and moved his lips to suck and kiss the juncture of Mahiro's neck. The blonde's hands stilled on his body, and Yoshino continued to kiss. His last kiss is a bite, hard enough to make even Mahiro wince, his fingers digging into Yoshino's flesh. The brunette licked the harsh red marks and pulled away to observe his artwork with a sly smile, his gaze trailing up to meet Mahiro's confused yet yearning eyes. His stare was intense, and Yoshino knew this wasn't the only round they'd be having tonight.
He tilted his head and kissed the blonde's lips, his smile betraying the innocent peck.
"Merry Christmas."
