Agon held Hiruma's hand as he dragged him towards the bath.

The demon locked gazes with him. His gaze was dark and glittered amongst the candle light. His lips were parted. Agon looked at him. Hiruma's eyes flicked him up and down. He checked him out.

He turned away.

Hiruma got in the bath, after letting his lingering hand fall from Agon, an attempt to lure him in. It worked. Agon followed Hiruma in tow. He grinned.

He got in.

Hiruma came right against him as he did, almost in a rush, but stopped, as their lips met. He looked at him and paused. Agon looked Hiruma over. His breath ghosted across his cheek.

What, trash? He wanted to ask. Hiruma's gaze gave no signs. He raised his hands to Agon's cheeks, cupping them, eyes frozen. He breathed into his mouth, eyes beginning to fall down his profile. His fingers laced his glasses.

He tore them off.

The lenses landed across the floor, sliding, as Hiruma had thrown them. He came upon Agon in a rush and began to kiss him, eyes open, back reeling. Agon leaned back against the tub as Hiruma's body came close to his, pulling him towards his stomach, tugging on his body. Hiruma allowed himself to be pulled, drifting in the water.

He made a moan.

"Huhh…" Those were the sighs Hiruma made as he breathed through Agon, exhaling, eyes seeming to flutter as he kissed him, tongue seeping into his mouth, heavy. Agon responded, tonguing Hiruma, their lips becoming wet with each other's saliva swapping between them. Hiruma pulled away. Their eyes met. Saliva traced their lips.

"Amber…" Hiruma said, still looking down at him. He kissed Agon again, lifting his chin towards his, moaning. "You never told me what that meant…"

"It could mean anything…." Agon said between kisses, breathing quickly, coming upon him. He began to kiss his body. Hiruma moaned. "Come on, baby..." he said, lifting Hiruma's body against his, picking him up. Hiruma's body crashed against Agon's. He sighed. Agon began to hump him, kissing his neck. Agon's breath ghosted across his face. It was warm. Soft.

Cozy.

"Huh…" Hiruma's eyes grew fuzzy, feeling Agon's lower member against his, growing aroused, tempted. Agon's eyes shifted to an early hazel. Hiruma couldn't quite make out what color they were for the first time, but soon, humping Agon, gazing into him, he saw—

Amber.

"Agon…" Hiruma sighed into him, standing upright, almost on his knees. He sat above Agon's thighs. Agon leaned back against the tub. His hands traced Hiruma's thighs and between them. He wanted him to do something.

He wanted him to ride his dick.

"Your turn." Agon said, grinning into a hushed smile, his tan looking bronze in the light. Hiruma grinned. He had only tried this once but three times, each one ending with him growing too tired to finish the job, as it got intimate. But, that was back in their First Year. They were late into their Second, now. Agon never pressured Hiruma, but he wanted.

He wanted Hiruma.

"Mmm…" Hiruma mumbled a tone softly, looking over his shoulder at Agon's dick. He was erect. He wanted Hiruma to fuck him. He looked back at Agon. "Lean back," he ordered. His hands graced upon his Agon's shoulders, rubbing them gently, his thumbs smoothed across the edges.

"Back?" Agon asked, playful. "Ah? You ordering me around, trash—"

"Back," Hiruma said again, stern. "All the way."

Hiruma glanced at Agon's thighs. Agon listened. He leaned back against the tub, until he was almost… lounging in a way. He rubbed Hiruma's hips. Hiruma's eyes widened, knowing what he was about to do; eyes alert. His hands tightened on Agon's shoulders.

He gave him the okay.

He nodded.

Agon slicked Hiruma's asshole with precrum and prepped him. Hiruma gave shaky moans. This was the first time he was actually ready and prepared to do something as intimate with Agon. He was planning to move ahead.

With him.

Hiruma clenched his fist. Agon was fingering him. Good. Hiruma had kept his nails long. For this moment. To get intimate with Agon. His love.

"—Okay," He could almost barely get the words out. Agon paused. Hiruma nodded his head. Agon's eyes widened.

He was ready.

His trash was ready.

"Trash…" Agon moaned into Hiruma, leaning his head forward into the crook of his neck as Hiruma was moments away from approaching him, his ass near his dick, now. Warm. He kissed his neck. His dreads fell over Hiruma's shoulders.

Hiruma took Agon in.

He felt a jolt go through his body; almost like an electric shock. His fist took Agon, scratching his limbs as he slowed down further his member, feeling him inside.

Agon groaned.

His thumbs stroked across his hips. He was in. Hiruma. He felt warm. Agon shut his eyes. The mood was set. Hiruma accepted Agon into him.

He began to ride him.

It started slow at first, as Hiruma was only trying to get a feel for Agon, in this position. His fist tightened into a tight curl as he moaned, loud gasps at first, then slowed, drawing out as he looked down at his handiwork.

He was cumming.

He could feel Agon in him. Agon calmed, as his presence was easy; not fearful. He leaned his forehead against Agon's shoulder, putting his head down, lifting himself up, then down, then up again, finding the strokes he gave Agon almost repetitive, getting lost within him.

"Agon…" Hiruma's vision almost faded. He could barely get those words out his throat, as his voice was parched; he was sick. Agon heard him. He heard Hiruma loud and clear.

He thrusted up within him.

"Oh…!" Hiruma let out a shout, feeling Agon thrust up. His own body thrusted down. Agon and Hiruma's figures began to move within the bathwater, their bodies slapping against one another. Flesh was heard. Hiruma's eyes rolled into the back of his head. The mirrors fogged. Their skin amongst skin was felt, along with the clapping of the water, as it was rolling, almost out of the tub.

"Agon…!" Hiruma cried out, feeling his lover's member harden within him, as precum spilled. He yelled out. His claws loosened around Agon's shoulders, revealing marks beneath them. Agon didn't mind. He liked it when Hiruma got rough, as he couldn't help it.

That meant he was fucking him good.

And hard.

Agon's eyes shifted. Hiruma sighed into him. He moaned. Agon thrusted up within him again. Hiruma felt so full. Agon was big; large. The way he just took charge turned him on. Hiruma fucked Agon, as he could feel his lower member sliding in and out of him, Agon grabbing his and pumping it, beginning to stroke.

"Agon…" Hiruma crashed into him, resting his head against his chest, sagging into him as Agon stroked, but, still continued to fuck him; he rode him. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. Agon's dreads hid his facial expression, as now his face rested against Hiruma's shoulder for support, head down, but, he still continued. Hiruma felt Agon within him.

He switched the pace.

Once fast, became steady, as he slowed down to ride out Agon. He knew the ways Agon liked to feel his dick in him. He slid up, then down, letting the rim of his anus drag against the tip of Agon's cockhead, feeling every flap and curve of it, before coming down, sighing. Hiruma's eyes fluttered. He made low groans and upped his pace, eyebrows twisting, eyes furrowing, but remained on him. Agon's stomach twisted. It had turned him on to see his trash like that, as he was getting lost within him, slipping into English.

"Yes…!" He cried out into the sky, English, lifting his head, feeling Agon move in him, thrusting deeper. Agon knew Hiruma's g-spot was 7 inches deep. Beyond that, anything went, as Hiruma lost it. "Fuck me…!"

Oh.

Agon did. It was the hottest thing ever when Hiruma slipped into English during sex, unable to find a way to correctly translate his emotions in Japanese. Agon fucked him hard, how he wanted, to get that trash to moan again. He did. His moans were loud, heard beyond the walls in their private master bath, as Hiruma's voice carried and echoed, ringing down the spaces hallways.

"Slap me…" Hiruma groaned against him, dragging his teeth down Agon's ear, tugging. He grew restless. Agon smacked his ass. Hiruma gasped. His head lifted. Eyebrows furrowed. He let out a moan, riding Agon.

Agon could tell Hiruma was close. He continued to rub him, stroking faster, at a heightened pace as Hiruma upped his against him, his body rocking into his tune, biting his lip, Agon in him fast. This felt good. It was good. Hiruma couldn't say or think anything, as the only thought across his mind was want from Agon. He wanted more. Agon was so deep in him, he could hardly stand it! He dragged his fingers through his hair, raking his scalp, throwing his head back.

He was approaching his climax.

"Agonne," he began to say quickly, almost begging, "Im-!"

He grunted. "I know," Agon bit back, almost forceful, knowing, "Baby, just give me a moment…!" He was, too. Close to cumming. In Hiruma. The thought of doing so aroused him. He fucked him faster.

Hiruma came.

His back arched. His nails dragged against his skin. It had passed several minutes, since he started; seven, Agon continuing to fuck him afterwards, chin resting against his shoulder, looking blankly up at the ceiling as Agon finished.

Agon came.

It felt so good. Warmth filled him. Intimacy. Hiruma felt full. He wasn't unfamiliar with this feeling, as he felt it with Agon all the time, but, this time, it felt different. Saliva dripped down the sides of his mouth. His gaze was dead.

He was immersed in pleasure.

Agon rode the excess out in him, cursing, holding Hiruma's body against him as he rushed into his body repeatedly. Hiruma could feel Agon thrusting in him. He didn't want to depart from this moment.

They finished in 10 minutes.

Agon sucked down hard on his neck, kissing him there, raking his teeth across it. Hiruma continued to moan. Although sick, his voice was hoarse. He didn't mind being this way. With Agon.

"Huhh…!" Hiruma's eyes shifted to a light blue, feeling Agon's fingers in him, suddenly, rubbing his inner walls, dragging the cum out. Agon lifted his hand and sucked the cum off his fingers, licking them.

Bitter. Agon thought. He licked the cum off of Hiruma's stomach. Hiruma's cum was always bitter, as he only ate bitter foods, but, he didn't mind. It was Hiruma's cum, anyways. He couldn't find it within himself to care.

Hiruma rested against him. Agon waited for him to catch his breath. He breathed roughly, breath ragged, five minutes passing before he spoke up.

"Fuck you," he said, grinning. "For being so damn big. Could hardly get anything out, My Fucking Dread. Kekekeke…"

How Hiruma managed to talk despite his exhaustion was thanks to a lovely sport named American Football. He had spent many tireless days training, and only because of this, never showed a face of fear or tiresome exhaustion.

He was worn out.

"It's so not fair," he complained tirelessly, moaning, as Agon had slipped his fingers back into him. "You with your big size…"

"Jealous?" Agon peered over, eyes green. "Ah? I would be, too, if I were you, trash. Kukuku…" Hiruma smirked. "Your ass is so small; can hardly handle this anaconda."

Hiruma laughed. Agon was an arrogant lil' fuck. He grinned as he fingered Hiruma's ass, eyebrows squinting into a scowl, eyes growing wide. Where his Fucking Dread found his bottomless energy for this, he didn't know, but, didn't mind.

Hiruma got out the tub. Agon helped him. He could hardly walk. His legs were shaking, from adrenaline, and exhaustion. He let Agon dress him, drying him off. He picked Hiruma's white tee off the ground he wore earlier and put it over his head, Hiruma stretching his arms up. Agon leant down and kissed Hiruma's stomach beneath his shirt, licking him.

"Agon…" Hiruma felt his head beneath the fabric, resting his hand over it, feeling the dreadlocks. Agon pulled away. His eyes were calloused and wide, as always, with a deep scowl, but he smiled, eyes shimmering a lime green.

He picked him up.

"Agon…' Hiruma wanted to roll his eyes. This Fucking Dread could go on forever. He was never tired. He remembered making a deal to Agon, back in their First-Year, saying Agon could fuck him whenever he wanted, just had to make it to where it wasn't bothersome.

It hadn't become bothersome.

Agon set Hiruma on the bed and came over him.

"What?" Agon asked, palms of his hands boxing him in. "Ah? You don't have to do anything but get fucked by me, trash. What's the problem?"

Hiruma hooked his legs around his waist, leaning back. His arm rested beside him. He turned his neck, looking away. He smiled.

He shut his eyes.

Agon fucked him.