Seductive Kiss – Hatsuharu Sohma

A/N: Male!reader. Smut. Gay smut. Semi-public sex.

First time writing gay smut. Here goes nothing. See you in Hell.

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A soft hum sounded in your throat as you curled into Hatsuharu's chest. You were both positioned on your sides, cuddling on a grassy field in the park. Your arms were wrapped securely around his waist, your face buried in the fabric of his shirt. His arms wound around your upper back, one hand toying with your hair as his chin rested atop your head.

His nose nudged your forehead, leading you to tilt your head up to meet his gaze. Instead, you were met with warm lips on yours, and it only took your lips moving against his for the kiss to turn hungry. One of Haru's hands caressed your cheek, holding your face close enough to kiss. He slid a knee between your legs, rubbing ever so subtly against your manhood. You whimpered in his embrace, your body turning to putty in his hands, relinquishing all control to the black-and-white-haired boy.

Without warning (though you were expecting it), Haru shifted so that he hovered above you, one arm supporting his weight. Teeth and tongues battled for dominance as your back hit the ground with a soft thump. You quickly forgot your location, too lost in tangling your hands in fluffy white hair and grinding your hardening length onto a black denim-clad thigh.

Hatsuharu's free hand skimmed down your side, dancing across your form and leaving goosebumps in its wake. His warm, calloused hands slipped under the hem of your shirt, and that snapped you awake.

"Haru," you gasped, turning your head to break the kiss. "Not here."

"Hmm?" the taller male murmured, his eyes glazed over with lust. He shook his head, scanning the area with a smirk in his lips. "Heh. Sorry, babe. Got carried away."

He stood, taking your hands in his and pulling you to your feet. Keeping your fingers laced, he dragged you through the grass, towards the sidewalk where a small brick building was stationed.

"You can't be serious," you gaped as you realized where your boyfriend was leading you.

He turned to you with a wicked grin etched into his features as he tugged the handle for the handicapped restroom. The door opened, and he led you inside, locking the door behind you.

"How convenient," Haru smirked, and looking around, you understood. Along the right wall, attached to the sink, was a steel counter.

Before you could respond, you were pinned to the wall, and Haru's mouth was ravaging yours. He wasted no time in sliding his hands under your shirt, his fingers sliding across your skin. You whimpered into the kiss as he toyed with your nipple, running the pad of his middle finger over it until it hardened. You bucked your hips, desperate for the friction that Haru was intent on denying you. He knew the teasing drove you insane – and that it would intensify the orgasm later. He would make you forget you were in a public restroom – hell, he'd make you forget your own name by the time he was done.

"Haru," you murmured breathlessly as his lips peppered kisses down your neck. Your head fell back against the wall, offering him all access. He bit down on the hollow of your neck before sucking on the spot, leaving a mark of possession behind.

"Yeah, (y/n)?" the taller male whispered, and you could hear the smirk on his lips as he tugged your shirt up your torso and over your head. You offered no resistance, allowing him to discard it onto the counter that would later come of use.

"You're a jerk," you stated breathlessly as he ducked his head, his lips latching onto your soft nipple. You gasped loudly as his tongue swirled around the hardening bud, his hands steadying your hips and keeping you close. You clawed at his shirt, haphazardly tugging at the fabric until it complied and began shifting up his torso. He chuckled at your attempts, detaching himself from your chest in order to stand up and tear off his own shirt. Your teeth gnawed at your lower lip as you gazed at his half-naked form, running your hands down his perfectly toned abs. He hummed in approval at your touch, returning his hands to your hips and tugging your pelvis towards his own. You groaned as your growing erections rubbed against one another.

"I think you like when I'm a jerk," Haru whispered, and you caught the shift in his gaze. His eyes darkened, and Black Haru was slowly coming to the surface. You bit back a whimper. Sex with Black Haru was like nothing you could ever imagine. He was rough without being aggressive, dominant without being forceful. He employed every single one of your kinks when he went Black, and you always lost count of how many times you came by the time he was done.

His nimble fingers quickly worked at the button and zipper of your jeans, nearly tearing them apart in his haste. He hooked his fingers into the belt loops at your hips, dropping to his knees and pulling your jeans down your legs. He didn't bother fully removing them, instead leveling his gaze with your half-hard arousal. Meeting your eyes, he stuck out his tongue, dragging it up the underside of your length. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and your head fell back against the wall. You brought a fist up to bite down on, moaning into it so that your desperate sounds of appreciation didn't echo throughout the room. Haru smirked, taking your entire length in his mouth until his nose was buried in your small patch of curls. His hands kept your hips in place while he bobbed his head, his tongue swirling around your erection. Your hand found his hair, tugging harshly at the snow-white locks every time he hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard.

"H-Haru," you gasped, already nearing your first release. The location, the urgency in your boyfriend's eyes, the switch to Black Haru was all too much for you to handle.

His fingers dug into the soft skin of your hips, and he tilted his head just right and bobbed it at the perfect pace, and you came undone. You barely whimpered out a warning before your seed was spilling down Haru's throat, and he swallowed everything you had to offer.

You were panting and trembling as he stood back up, licking his lips and grinning wildly at you. He led you away from the wall, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you from falling over. Spinning you around so that your back was facing him, he bent you over the counter, giving him a delicious view of your shapely backside. He ran his hands approvingly over your lower back, before lifting one hand and delivering a swift smack to your ass. You whimpered at the contact, and Haru repeated the action. He unbuttoned his jeans and tugged his erection free from his boxers, letting it rub against your entrance, precum dribbling on your skin. You bit your lip in anticipation, wiggling your hips against his length.

He leaned forward, bringing his hand around to your field of vision. He placed his first two fingers between your lips, and you readily opened your mouth around them.

"Suck," he demanded, and you moaned softly as you complied, coating his fingers with your saliva.

It was a routine you'd rehearsed time and time again when you were out of lube.

Satisfied, he withdrew his fingers, his left hand landing harshly on your ass as a reward. His now slick digits circled your entrance, teasing you for a brief moment before plunging into your heat. A groan sounded in your throat as you rocked back against his hand, stretching your entrance in preparation for his erection.

You'd had sex so many times, most of the time you hardly needed any stretching. It was usually when you were without lube that Haru insisted on prepping you, and even as Black Haru, his first concern was your safety.

Once he was satisfied, Haru removed his fingers, gripping your hips with both hands and lining himself up. The lighting in the small bathroom wasn't great, but it was enough for him to see what he was doing. Without warning, he pressed into you, thrusting down to the hilt. You moaned loudly at the sudden intrusion, your walls tight around him as your arousal slowly lifted back to life.

Behind you, Haru growled, and that sound was enough for you to be hard and ready for another round. You rocked your hips as best you could to meet his thrusts, though your movements were limited as you were bent over and pinned to the steel counter. Your arms were outstretched before you, leaving you with nothing to clutch as the pleasure intensified. Black Haru was relentless, pounding into you rhythmically, thrusting as hard and fast as physically possible. You loved every second of it, whimpering and moaning and gasping beneath him. Your other senses faded as he abused your entrance. You could still taste his fingers on your tongue. All you could smell was his musky scent. Your moans and his growls mingled in the otherwise silent air. Your hands and feet were nearly numb as your entire body focused on Haru's erection pounding into your ass.

"H-Haru…!" you whimpered, face pressed into the cool metal of the counter. Your climax was fast approaching, and you knew his was as well. He lost control the closer he got to his orgasm, and his thrusts were losing their rhythm. He wouldn't be far behind you.

He pulled back and plunged in at just the right angle, and you were done for. With a loud cry of his name, your entire body shuddered, and your orgasm spilled onto the ground beneath you. Within moments, Haru followed suit, your name on his lips and his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. You never minded the marks he left behind.

You chewed at your lip as you felt his seed filling you, and you could hear your boyfriend struggling to catch his breath behind you. He slowly withdrew from your entrance, leaving you weakly resting against the counter. He stuffed himself back into his jeans and zipped them up before kneeling down to retrieve your pants from where they were bundled around your ankles. As he slid them up your legs, he pressed a soft kiss to either side of your ass. Once your pants were situated, he retrieved both of your shirts from the floor, slipping his on over his head before helping you back into yours. He turned towards the sink, quickly washing and drying his hands. As he turned back to you, a smirk stole on his lips at the sight of how exhausted you were.

"Tired, (y/n)?" he teased, lifting you into his arms with ease.

You weakly swatted at his chest, earning a laugh that vibrated against your hand. "You know Black Haru always wears me out."

"You know you love it," he grinned, and only you would be able to catch the hint of insecurity behind his words, hoping that he hadn't hurt you.

You offered him a soft smile, tilting your head up to kiss his jaw. "Of course I do."

He returned to the field in which you'd previously been cuddling, setting you on the grass before sitting beside you. The park was relatively empty, so you were hopeful that no one had overheard your impromptu tryst.