The pressure of Kisumi's thumbs sliding slowly up and down the coiled flesh on either side of his spine pushed hisses of relief through his teeth. He relaxed, fully allowing his body to loosen and sink into the mattress, cheek cushioned by a pillow, arms curled underneath it. He could feel the heat of Kisumi's thighs straddled over his lower back, part of his weight resting comfortably on Asahi's butt while he rubbed with his fingers and walked his knuckles around whatever tension was hovering in Asahi's muscles.

He groaned — that pleasured kind of groan that comes from the belly, incited by a mixture of pain and satisfaction. If he could have sunk even more he would have.

Kisumi hummed, finding another kink to work out with smooth strokes across oiled skin. "Should we get a couple's massage?"

"Please," Asahi whined, grimacing right before he blew out a long sigh.

Kisumi chuckled. "Okay. I'll consider that for our anniversary plans."

"Might be too far off," he mumbled.

"Mmm … Maybe you're right. You are a little tight, baby."

"I haven't stretched today, and we've been going at it since 8 a.m."

"Yeah, that would do it, wouldn't it."

"Oo." He hissed through his teeth, shifting his shoulder up. "Oo oo oo. Shit. Right there."

"Here?"

"Yes. Fuck! … Do you accept tips?"

Kisumi giggled. "Not tonight. It's on the house."

"You are fucking amazing." He reached back blindly to squeeze Kisumi's thigh with gratitude.

"I want you nice and relaxed for me," he said, leaning over to press a kiss to the back of Asahi's neck. "I don't want you hurting too bad tomorrow."

Asahi scoffed a laugh. "How considerate. Is this a subtle hint that I should be more gentle with you?"

"Absolutely not, don't ever think of it. The difference between you and me is that I want my back broken."

"Point."

"But not now," he whispered, placing a second kiss on the corner of his jaw.

The pressure of his fingers eased up and he just barely skated his touch down Asahi's back as he slowly stretched out over him and trailed more kisses down his neck.

"Right now it's my turn to fill you up." He massaged tauntingly at his ass. "Can I do that for you, my darling?"

Asahi blew a tempered breath past pursed lips while tingling chills raked down his spine from the whisper of Kisumi's voice. He nodded. "Yes, please."

Those dexterous fingers kneaded their way down the backs of his thighs, pushing more hisses through his teeth as the shocks of pain rippled blissfully out of his body. And when "the backs of his thighs" turned into "the insides of his thighs," those ripples reverberated back the other way with prickling anticipation. He automatically slid one leg further out to the side and Kisumi wordlessly slotted one knee within the space he'd created.

His weight leaning against him was comforting — was hot. He pressed one palm into the bed for support and let the other wander all the way up between Asahi's legs and stroked a line from his taint, through the crevice of his body, and Asahi hissed for entirely different reasons.

Kisumi kissed the shiver from his shoulders. "It's been a while, hasn't it?" he murmured.

Asahi didn't have a response for that. He couldn't even open his eyes without them dreamily sliding close again, let alone form words. He liked listening to Kisumi's voice anyway, especially like this.

It changed when he was on top. He always carried such a light lilting pitch on the day-to-day — sweet, teasing, giddy. It sounded like the song of ringing bells, joyous and high — more alto than anything. When he was laying over Asahi's body, however, fingers rubbing teasingly at his hole, receiving the weight of Asahi's breathing in return, he became a full tenor. His voice slid down into a rich, silky tone that was much rounder along the edges and made tickling goosebumps rise on the back of Asahi's neck.

His fingers clenched around the sheets underneath the pillow and he inclined his head to give Kisumi more access to the underside of his jaw.

"I'm usually so obsessed with being dicked down by you that I forget how much I love the way you melt."

A soft moan escaped Asahi's throat. Kisumi pressed his lips to his Adam's apple.

"Does it feel good, baby?"

"Yes," he breathed.

Kisumi's teeth very lightly pulled on his ear. "I'm gonna open you up now, okay?"

Asahi barely managed a nod, and willed himself not to so achingly miss Kisumi's touch the moment it lifted away. His hips pushed back automatically, ass pressing up against Kisumi's thigh. Kisumi chuckled, and came back just a short second later with lubricated touches that were still blissfully warm.

He resumed the stroking pattern he'd rubbed out before, but only long enough for Asahi to comfortably sag again and breathe out a long sigh. Then he teased Asahi's rim ever so slightly, right before nudging in a single finger, and Asahi was already biting at his lip, ass clenching on its own.

"Easy," Kisumi sang in his ear, pushing deep. "Don't get excited too early … How's that?"

Asahi nodded, and Kisumi spent a little while easing that one finger in and out of his body, touching the fleshy walls inside, letting them know there was more to come. When he added a second finger, Asahi groaned with a crease to his brow, body stilling tensely for a short second. Kisumi pressed soothing kisses to his neck and across his shoulders.

The burn was always surprising, like he'd fully forgotten it all over again. It wasn't a bad thing, just an uncomfortable thing, and only for a short while. The deeper Kisumi explored, the more his muscles relaxed and allowed him room to reacquaint himself with the space.

It had been a while. Asahi was not in the mind space to do the math and figure out how long exactly. Long enough — was the answer — that this all suddenly felt brand new again. Long enough that it took a special kind of vulnerability for Asahi to accept the way that his cheeks burned, knowing that the longing for more was rapidly increasing with desperation in the pit of his stomach. As much as he loved fucking his husband, he wasn't usually the one with so much raw need. He wasn't usually the one who whined, and pleaded, and yearned for nothing more than to be filled. He wasn't usually the one that was starving — or at least he wasn't vocal about it.

But his huffs of breath spoke loudly and the way that he kept pushing back with his hips was more than enough to give it all away. And wasn't it just like Kisumi to read him so well.

"You're beautiful, Asahi."

Asahi heaved out another long sigh.

"Don't get mad at me for pointing it out, but red looks really good on your skin."

Asahi moaned in response. It was supposed to be a complaint, but it came out far too soft.

Kisumi kissed the corner of his jaw. "I love the fact that I can make you blush so easily."

Asahi turned his head from one side to the other, noting the cooling prickle of sweat under his bangs. "Are you going to keep whispering in my ear or —" His breath hitched at the way Kisumi's fingers curled and the rest of it came out in a whine. "… or are you going to fuck me?"

"Both," Kisumi said, and there was a smile in his voice. He pressed his lips to his cheek. "Do you want me to rush?"

"… No."

"Eager to get it over with?"

He felt his cheeks burning redder, but he shook his head.

Kisumi's lips brushed by his ear again and he whispered, "Do you want me, Asahi?"

"Yes," he whispered back.

Kisumi hummed with intrigue, as though he'd never heard sweeter words. After a short moment of near silence — during which he continued the slow thrusting of his fingers — he pointed out, "This is so rare … Can you tell me? I want to hear you say it."

Asahi worked to pull in a strong enough breath to speak without moaning and said, "I want you, Kisumi."

He swore he could feel the heat of desire radiating off of Kisumi's skin. His touch became the slightest bit more eager. "You want me to what, baby?"

"I want you to fuck me."

Kisumi's teeth scraped the skin of his shoulder, his breath hot. "Do you?"

"Yes."

"Say it again, please."

"Shigino-Shiina Kisumi, I don't want to lay here another minute without your cock in my ass. I want you to fuck me — raw and immediately. Please."

Kisumi pulled back, drawing his fingers free, and Asahi shuddered with mourning, but received a refreshing leap of excitement when Kisumi turned him over on his back, kneeled fully between his thighs and gazed down at him with vulturine black eyes. His palms framed either side of Asahi's head on the pillow and he lowered himself until their lips just barely brushed together. Asahi's breath weaved heavily past parted lips. His entire body was flushed with electrifying anticipation. Kisumi lifted one hand to lightly drag his fingers across his stomach and his muscles jolted.

"One more time," he whispered.

Asahi's eyes drifted close again and he tilted his head up just enough to nudge their noses together. "I need you inside me."

Their lips kissed. Once softly, twice slowly, and then they barely parted. It was heavy, and panting, and needy, and deep, and Asahi's hands lifted to drag up and down Kisumi's back, while Kisumi lined himself up and pressed the head of his cock up against Asahi's hole. He shivered, head to foot, with a desperate moan, already clenching again.

"Relax," Kisumi huffed against his lips.

Asahi drew his knees up and let his back sink, running a hand up through the back of Kisumi's hair, letting the permanence of him ground him and hold him steady, even as his heart was racing.

He choked on a gasp the moment he actually pushed, and was again blindsided by the "newness" of the feeling. His arms drew tighter and he allowed Kisumi's lips to slide their way down his neck while he panted toward the ceiling.

"Nngh- fuck … God. Fuck …"

"Okay?"

He nodded, teeth clenching, eyes squeezed shut as he felt his way through every centimeter that made it in, which was most all of it.

Size-wise, they had very much the same variances going on as they did with the rest of their bodies. Kisumi had more length, Asahi had more girth. And it had been funny, the first time they'd gotten a solid look at each other and compared.

This was after Asahi had received his first blow job from Kisumi — and also after they'd rutted dry against each other in the kitchen of Kisumi's apartment the very next day. This was the day after that, when it was a Saturday and they'd woken up next to each other for the first time, had taken one look into each other's eyes and decided that they would be doing nothing productive that day outside of learning each other's bodies.

It was a hilariously cordial moment. They'd very simply shed their clothes without much shame, and then simply took in the sight, eyes raking naked skin, fingers burning to touch, though neither of them had for a while, and then Asahi had blurted out, "You're bigger than me" in a very matter-of-fact kind of way.

To which Kisumi had shaken his head and responded, "Depends on what part you find more important." Then he'd looked Asahi in the eye with a twinkle to his gaze and smiled. "I've always liked thick boys."

That was the first time Asahi had fucked him, and it had fairly closely followed that statement.

Remembering it now, he nearly laughed, but Kisumi was starting to thrust — after having given him a moment to settle into the adjustment of being stuffed — so it turned into a groan instead and his head tipped back. He squeezed Kisumi's shoulders, breath gaining yet more weight, and the burning discomfort quickly turned into a throbbing eagerness.

"Fuck me, baby," he whined.

Kisumi moaned, teeth nipping at his collarbone now. He had both hands propped under Asahi's thighs, fingers clenching. His pace quickened, and he used all of his body to roll his hips forward, his movements as fluid as ever.

Now he remembered this feeling. He remembered the deliciousness of it, remembered how he always thought he was insane for ever being so reluctant to be the bottom. It was so freeing, to give Kisumi full control, rather than trying to convince him to drop it all. And Kisumi became such a chilling person, made him sweat cold, and pushed noises out of his throat that he would normally never allow. He liked being … handled. And in the moment, that wasn't nearly as embarrassing to admit as it was after — or before.

He couldn't remember how he'd been convinced the first time. But he was glad ... because this was one of his favorites too.

He let the coils of whatever restraint was left to fully unravel and moaned out a whine that he knew could probably be picked up through the walls. It was a good thing they were in a corner apartment on the top floor. (Another one of Kisumi's requirements — the minx.) He had to stretch his arms over his head and grab the edge of the mattress, as Kisumi's thighs slapped against his with force.

Kisumi hungrily kissed his throat. "You like getting fucked, daddy?" he cooed.

Asahi whimpered. "Uh huh."

"Mmmmm ... You're such a big man. You feel so good."

He slid a hand up Asahi's stomach to his chest and teased a nipple, making him squirm with a whine.

"God. I never get to hear you like this. You're so fucking sexy."

He licked the other nipple with his tongue.

"Fuck," Asahi croaked.

"Tell me it feels good?"

"It feels so good, baby."

"Yeah?"

"Yes."

He lifted his head to watch Asahi's face, though Asahi felt it more than he saw it, and Kisumi's hands moved to his waist now as he sat back and thrust harder. Asahi coughed up more defenseless groans.

"Yeah?" Kisumi asked again.

"Yes. Yes. Go deeper."

He obliged, and Asahi could feel the flush of color raking down his neck as his voice was caught in a silent scream, head digging back back into the pillow, because Kisumi was hitting the exact right spot. It was so enveloping, so good that he had to slap and scratch at the wall, and Kisumi continued.

"Don't forget to breathe."

It took at least three seconds longer, but he managed to force his lungs to work and heaved another choking gasp. "God, fuck FUCK!- me, man. Fuck me!"

His voice trilled out with a squeak, the more that Kisumi put into it. His hands went from grasping useless above him to slapping down on Kisumi's wrists and holding him tightly. And that hovered there for a delicious while. Truly, he didn't need it to stop or change ever.

But Kisumi suddenly lunged forward and pinned his wrists back above his head, locking their fingers together with intention. He kissed Asahi sloppily, and Asahi wouldn't have it any other way, especially because this slightly new angle was even more breath-taking.

"You're going to make me cum," Kisumi whispered urgently.

Asahi's response was a moan.

"Can you do it with me?"

He nodded eagerly.

Kisumi let go of one hand, electing to bury his fingers in Asahi's hair as Asahi immediately groped for his own cock and furiously stroked it like he'd been aching to do for the past several minutes. But he would have cum much too quickly in that case, so now was better, because he could feel the stimulating climb of Kisumi getting close while Asahi walked the teetering edge of combustion. It was like pacing in anxious and excited circles at the top of a mountain, waiting for Kisumi to reach him so that they could grab each other's hands and jump off together.

He rippled and buzzed with heat, and chills, and energy, still whining and moaning now through his nose while their lips still feverishly kissed and their tongues swept in swirling circles around each other. Kisumi made a raring noise, and Asahi squeezed his hand. And then they both came.

Asahi's body seized up with more aching fullness than it had all day, contractions of bliss pulsing around Kisumi's cock, which was gushing hot inside him. They both groaned on empty air, because they couldn't keep kissing like that, but they were as aware of each other as they needed to be, while also hurtling out in space with only the body they clung to as a tether.

Asahi's fist was full of cum when he finally gasped and started breathing again, and he just let his hand rest there on his stomach while the other stayed locked around Kisumi's. Kisumi panted out several heavy breaths himself and tilted his head to pepper Asahi's chin and jaw with light kisses. He bucked his hips a few more times, thrusting slowly, softly, and Asahi moaned long and grateful. Kisumi purred in response. His body quaked, and then stopped, and then he eased back and let his dick slip free.

Asahi sighed, and didn't bother with moving — or opening his eyes. Kisumi feasted on his neck for a while, and finally let go of Asahi's hand to run his fingers soothingly up and down his body.

"You did so well, baby," he whispered.

"Mm," Asahi hummed. "It takes great skill," he murmured weakly.

Kisumi chuckled, still gracing his skin with kisses. "How do you do it hm?"

"I'll share my secrets some other time."

"Oh okay. Thank you. I could probably learn a thing or two I'm sure."

Asahi reached up to swat at him, but it was far too feeble to get the point across, and Kisumi laughed softly some more.

"Are you wiped out?"

Asahi nodded.

"Good," he cooed, kissing his nose. "That means I did it right."

"'m gonna kick yur ass …"

"Go ahead and try, my darling."

Asahi thought about it for just a second, and then heaved a sigh. "Maybe t'morrow."

"Mmm, that's a bit ambitious, I think."

"Monday then."

"Okay. I look forward to it." He gave him a kiss on the lips this time, and though Asahi could barely keep up, he kissed him back with what energy he had left and then somehow managed to get his fingers in Kisumi's hair as his head dropped to the side.

He just barely stroked through the strands, soaking in the dampness and silky texture. "Love you."

Kisumi pecked his cheek and whispered in his ear. "I love you too, danna-san. Want me to clean you up?"

Asahi nodded, but reinforced his hold the moment he moved to get up. "Wait," he whined.

"Hm?" Kisumi pet a hand across his chest. "What is it, baby?"

"Have t'ask you somethin'."

"What's that?"

He forced his eyes to peel open and turned his head to look up at Kisumi's lavender eyes smiling down on him with the fondest admiration. His hair was wild and wet with sweat, skin glistening, features sharp and happy, lips red and fully kissed. Asahi's hand dragged down over his neck and he poked at his chin with his thumb, watching his smile turn up in the corners and fill him head to foot with a glowing warmth.

He was, without question, the best thing that had ever happened to Asahi.

"Would you marry me again?"

Kisumi grinned, also stroking Asahi's chin with his thumb. "Of course I would."

"Every year?"

He chuckled and gave him a chaste kiss. "Every single year, Asahi. Every single day even."

Asahi lifted a smile and let his eyes slide close, finally ready to fall asleep. He gave one last nod before drifting off and murmured, "Me too."