Hizashi didn't know how he slept last night. While the medication had helped lull him to sleep it had felt impossible when he was tossing and turning, twisting, and squirming under his blankets. When his stomach was a mess of squirming, budding nerves that had him damn near gasping as he struggled to find the air to calm his racing heart. His anxiety that bounced around in his head like a damn wasp stinging him over and over again.
He didn't know how one moment he was squirming, tossing and turning and the next his eyes were opening to the sunlit morning. He'd been dazed, confused, and he hadn't been sure what he was staring at when he woke this morning. He'd been startled that he'd fallen asleep at all with how restless he'd been the prior night but there was no helping that. Not when the anxiety, excitement and anger all rolled into one tight ball in his chest that made it hard to breathe.
What did he feel? What did he want to feel? How could he feel it without it absolutely overwhelming him and leaving him choking on that emotion? It had felt damn near impossible to breathe without those emotions festering and eating him up from the inside out as he laid in his best. Trying his best to adjust to the reality of the morning he found himself in. He had been dazed, staring at his half open curtains when his sons had inevitably come to find him for breakfast.
Given it was the weekend, any other time he'd be delighted to hop out of bed and make the boys breakfast. But with the mess of emotions in his chest, he found it hard to breathe let alone function but somehow, he had. Somehow, he'd willed himself out of bed and put his glasses on and his hearing aids in. He'd gotten them through breakfast with both boys clinging to his waist and standing on his feet while they looked up at him with their wide eyes.
Questioning him about a day he had no clue what he wanted to do with. How did he explain that he was going to have Nemuri and Oboro come over to watch them? How did he explain he needed to beg the couple to do it? He had not a clue. He got breakfast on the table with the boys questioning if he was alright which he had kindly, patiently told them he was. It wasn't until they were sitting down for their morning cartoons that he'd gotten a text back from the couple.
He'd sent a damn paragraph explaining this morning and why it was important that they watch the boys. They had explained that they were busy but that they could come over around late afternoon and cover dinner for him. He'd been antsy for the rest of the day; bouncing in his seat, tapping his feet rhythmically, and fidgeting with his hands. His sons seemed to pick up on his nervous, manic energy and had questioned him multiple times throughout the day if he was alright.
He had to assure them far too many times that he was alright, just antsy. Restless. And it was the truth. He'd been squirming, twisting, and bouncing on his toes as he went about his morning trying to get as many tasks done as he could. His heart pounding in his chest as he watched the sun slowly make its way across the sky. The boys questioning him throughout the day about his antsy manner. Nemuri seemed supportive of him going over to Shouta's home tonight.
If anything, she was pushing him too. Even going so far as to exclaim over the phone it was about time that Shouta be dealt with. That he finally faces the music; the hurt and heartache that he'd been put through for four weeks and four days. He'd agreed with her; after all, no matter how this talk with Shouta went, he was going to make sure to hang the man by his balls. He wasn't letting Shouta off of the hook.
He wasn't going to get distracted by his beauty or those big dark eyes of his. He wasn't going to admire the way his black lashes fluttered when he looked away or when his Adam's Apple bobbed when his full lips pinched. He wasn't going to let himself get lost in seeing the other man. In hearing him. He swore to Nemuri, to himself, that he wouldn't. He was going to make sure that he got out everything he needed to say and more to the black-haired man.
He was going to lay it all out until there was no denying, no challenging, and he was going to do it the best that he could while remaining articulate. He was going to spill everything that he'd been holding within him since the black-haired man had said he wanted space. He was going to talk and talk until Shouta had no choice but to listen to him. He was going to make sure that he was heard and that he was understood by the black-haired man.
He was going to make sure that Shouta knew exactly how he felt and exactly what he thought. He was going to tell him everything that he'd been bottling up in his chest for the past four weeks. For the past four days. He was ready to be rid of this tension. Was ready to be rid of the anger he felt stewing in his chest. He was ready to be over it. He was ready to put it behind him. He was going to be an unstoppable force when it came to the black-haired man when he stepped into his apartment.
He was going to make sure that the man understood perfectly where he stood on things. How he felt about everything that had taken place over the past four weeks. Over the past four days. He was going to talk this man's ear off and he wasn't going to feel a drop of shame. When Nemuri and Oboro appeared on his doorstep with dinner for themselves and the boys, he'd given his goodbyes to Hitoshi and Izuku. Promising that he'd be home as soon as he was done with this business.
They'd clung to his waist and hips but they let him go when he promised to make them something special tomorrow. To play with them after school. He'd been itching and biting at the bit to get gone with Nemuri and Oboro wishing him luck. However, there was a worried knit to the dark purple-haired woman as he walked out the front door. A frown that pinched at her pink lips and a dissatisfaction to her sparkling sky-blue eyes.
There was something that was bothering her but she hadn't breathed a word as he flew over the threshold of his front door. Hadn't said a damn thing about his plans to let loose on Shouta and yet he couldn't shake the way she'd stared at him with such worry. The quiet hum of the elevator tugged Hizashi out of his thoughts. His gaze flicking up from the floor to the sight of himself reflected in the elevator doors.
A bit distorted but he could make out the resolute expression on his face. Determination. He looked like a man on a mission. After all, he was going to go marching into another man's apartment and chewing him a new asshole. He had plans to scold, shout, and be unstoppable when it came to saying what he wanted to say this afternoon. He swore it. He was going to make sure that he said what he had to say and leave not a thing out.
He shifted slightly with his hands clutching at the metal bar behind him with his palms sweating. Fingers threatening to slip off of the metal. As determined as he was to make this happen, he also felt nervous. Painfully, excruciatingly nervous. It would be the first time he's seen Shouta in person in weeks. He didn't know what to do with himself. He felt his legs trembling yet when he looked down at himself, they seemed firm. Unshakable.
He felt like his knees were going to give out long before he even got to the man's floor. He just had to hope and pray that Shouta wasn't waiting for him outside of the elevator. The black-haired man had sent him the instructions on how to get to his apartment again, what number and floor, and he'd been happy to follow along with the instructions. And now here he was, feeling like he was going to fall apart in the elevator long before he showed up.
He chewed at his lip as he listened to the quiet, soft whir of the elevator moving around him as it slid up sleekly. The soft hum of the machinery around him working. His heart was beating against his chest with a sickening strength; thudding, thudding, thudding. It wreaked absolute havoc on his stomach that was fluttering wildly. Did little to help his nerves that twisted in his chest leaving him with strange breathlessness.
Like he couldn't get enough air down to his lungs as the anticipation of the moment weighed heavily on him. A buzz beneath his skin. As much as he wanted to cling to his anger, his outrage, his mind wouldn't stop buzzing. It wouldn't stop fawning over the fact that he was going to see him. He was going to hear him. He was going to see Shouta and his mind wouldn't shut up. What would he look like? Would he still be so handsome it hurts? Would he be glowing? Radiant?
Would he cut the cord now? It had him chewing on his lip fiercely with his nails picking at his skin when the elevator rattled lightly before smoothing up slickly to a stop. His heart hammered against his chest wildly with his hands twisting together. His stomach fluttering then dropping with a sickening intensity that had him utterly breathless. That had him sucking in breaths shakily when there was a light, cheerful ding of the elevator before the doors were sliding open with a light buckling sound.
Swallowing, he stared out into the empty hallway before him, he squeezed the metal bar of the elevator wall before he let go and pushed himself forward. How odd it was for his knees to feel so weak they could buckle beneath him. How strange that he was breathing like he was inches from a panic attack. He walked forward with wobbling knees as he peeked out of the elevator to scan the hallway only to find nothing.
This time round Shouta wasn't waiting for him. He didn't know if this made it easier or harder on himself. He reached down to tug at the bottom of his coat with fingers holding onto it tightly when he stepped out cautiously into the hall with his boots thudding over the carpeted floor. Inching out of the elevator one foot at a time. He was ready for this, he knew he was, but there was so much he didn't know about this situation that scared him.
He was scared that he'd be too wrapped up in seeing that handsome man that he'd forget all about his rage. All about his heartache. He couldn't just let it go, could he? He chewed on his lip slightly as he stood in the hallway with fingers tugging and twisting into the hem of his coat when the elevator doors slid shut. He jumped with his gaze flicking to the elevator before taking a slow, deep breath to himself with his hands tugging on his coat. He can do this.
For four weeks and five days, he'd been an absolute wreck. He'd had his heart squeezed by the black-haired man tightly and he was ready for that tension to be released. He was ready to lay it all out flat for the black-haired man. He didn't deserve to be let off the hook. He didn't deserve to be forgiven so easily. Shouta needed to face the music of what he put him through. Days, nights, he'd been a wreck over an innocent picture taken by Nemuri.
He'd been trying to think of ways to fix their friendship only to get nothing but silence from Shouta. How close he'd been reduced to tears that he muffled into his pillow at night. How he curled and held himself to soothe his aching chest. And then, of course, there was the brilliant, burning anger that he'd recently tapped into when it came to Shouta and that damned picture he took. Dragging his teeth over his lip, he turned on his feet then shut his eyes briefly to take a breath in then out.
In. Out. In. Out. And then he forced his trembling legs to move as his boots thudded over the floor of the hallway as he walked forward. He can do this. For weeks, for days, he'd been practicing over and over again just what he'd say to Shouta when he had the chance to do so. He'd been practicing, rehearsing, and rearranging the things he'd say for weeks now. He knew in his heart what he wants to say. He's let those angry words find their place in the tirade that he had building in his chest.
He was ready to hand this man's ass to him. It was like his mother had said; he didn't let people do this to him. So why had he let Shouta do this to him? Why had he all but subjected himself to the same purgatory he'd spurned in the past? It had his jaw clenching slightly when he paused in the middle of the hallway to pull his phone out of his pocket. Unlocking the screen, he opened the texts with Shouta and began to walk again as he studied the doors with their glistening gold and silver numbers on them.
Walking slowly as he counted the doors and their numbers when he found himself coming to a stop before Shouta's door. His boots thudding on the carpeted floor as he came to a stop with his heart beating in his chest wildly. While he'd gotten Nemuri and Oboro to watch the boys for the day, the black-haired man claimed he'd gotten his sister to take Eri for the day. That was one of the first texts he got from the black-haired man before he had sent his apartment and building details over to him again.
He squeezed his phone between his hands before he shoved it into his pocket then took another of those slow, deep breaths to calm his racing heart. He raised his hand up when he noticed the tremble to it when he clenched his jaw again when he forced his hand to reach forward and he knocked. Firm, hard knocks before he dropped his hand as he shoved it into his pocket. There was a moment of silence.
His heart beating so damn hard against his chest that he was half convinced he could hear the beats in his ruined ears. He swallowed with his weight shifted from foot to foot when there was the sound of a chain lock being undone followed by the flick of a lock. He held his breath slightly with his hands curling into tight fists in his pocket when there seemed to be hesitation on the other side of the door. His heart was throbbing in his chest with his biting at his inner lip slightly;
his hands trembling in their fists when the door then swung open. And for all the world, he didn't expect the sight of Shouta. He had imagined seeing Shouta many different times; the idea that he would be glowing. That he would be unbothered. That he would have that tight little smile and stare the way he did in that picture. He expected snark. Sass. But the sight of Shouta before him tugged violently at his heart; the black-haired man looked like a mess. A put-together mess.
His clothes had wrinkles; a band t-shirt and a pair of joggers with a tight waist and ankles while the rest flowed loosely around his legs. His black curls were yanked back into a wild ponytail with a lock of hair rested on his forehead. A wild curl that had broken free from the ponytail. But it was his face. His stubble looked darker, a near beard rather than the stubble he had every other day of the year. His eyebags were deep; smudged half-moons under those dark eyes that locked onto him.
Staring at him like he was a beam of light. As if he were the very thing that Shouta had been waiting for. Who was breathing? It felt like he wasn't breathing. Shouta wasn't breathing. There was a crackling, running tension beneath his skin like a pulsing livewire the longer he looked at that tired face. The longer than he admired the handsome features he'd been thinking about. Shouta looked nothing like the calm, put together man that he'd been in that picture with Emi.
Though, to be fair, he never looked long enough to see if the bags were darker in the picture. There was no way to know for he refused to look at that damned picture a moment longer. But Shouta looked tired. He looked exhausted. And his chest was so, so tight the longer he looked at Shouta who was staring at him with that same intensity. As if they were both drinking in the sight of the other. The sight of the familiar faces that had been denied to one another for weeks.
And he felt angry; an exhausted, tired anger that twisted into his chest when he let his air tremble out of him and Shouta seemed to restart. He seemed to jump as a breath rattled out of him with full lips parting as black lashes fluttered in a fast blink. Those dark eyes staring at him with an intensity to them that had his skin buzzing. Had his heart hammering against his chest when Shouta licked his lips before speaking.
"Hi." His voice sounded husky. Rough. As if he had spent a long time not speaking. As if, for some reason, he'd had no reason to speak. It shot right through him leaving his heart jumping from his chest to his damn throat when the black-haired man seemed to lean against the front door. The intensity in his gaze didn't falter in the slightest bit as the black-haired man then cleared his throat before fidgeting slightly. "I, um, have coffee on if you want to have a cup?"
"Hi. And no, I had more than enough coffee today but thank you for offering." His own voice was quiet. Hushed. And then he watched those dark eyes tighten; as if there was a pain for the way he spoke but he cleared his own throat before offering a half formed grin. The best that he could offer when he felt that anger, that heartbreak, welling in his chest. "Are you going to let me in? Or are we going to have this conversation in the hallway?"
Black lashes fluttered at him again when Shouta leaned away from the door to tug it open and he stepped inside over the threshold of the door. It was then shut behind him with a firm thud. He took his boots off; one side at a time then stacking them neatly by the door. He slid his hat off of his head to stuff into his pocket. His scarf going in the other. He then reached up to touch the zipper of his coat while Shouta padded into his living room with a trembling breath. "I just want to start off by saying I know you're angry. Upset."
Working his zipper down to his stomach, he tugged it to the bottom as his lips pinched together. He shrugged his coat off then hung it on the hook next to Shouta's. Then he turned to the black-haired man who was wringing his hands together slightly. Fingers sliding between one another then squeezing together when he took a slow, even breath and let it out slowly with his gaze resting on the black-haired man. "I'm not angry. I'm not upset. I'm fucking livid with you."
"And I deserve that." Shouta replied with a flinch with his hands tightening together and he curled his arms over his chest. His heart was aching; Shouta didn't appear to be the same man he'd been before he called for the break between them. He seemed nervous. Anxious. It was an odd look on the black-haired man. "I understand that I-I may have flown a bit off the handle and been a bit irrational when asking you for space. For acting that way with you but you have to see it from my position."
"'See it from your position?'" He wished he could say he liked the anger that flowed through him with that venomous tone of his. It dripped with venom that had Shouta flinching again when he stepped forward with his feet thudding over the living room floor as he pointed at the black-haired man. "No, I certainly can't see it from your position! Because if I did, I'd at least know how I fucked up! I wouldn't have spent the past four fucking weeks questioning how and where I possibly fucked up! Maybe then I wouldn't be so clueless!"
Shouta swallowed, his Adam's Apple bobbing with the movement, when his dark eyes flicked away from him. He didn't know what he'd find when he showed up today but the sight of the exhausted Shouta was pulling at his heart strings. It was absolutely killing him to see that Shouta looked so torn up but it was his decision to do it. "I understand. I just- I can't explain my reaction. I've been trying for weeks to understand why that picture made me so out of sorts. But I know I should've said and explained more."
"And that's where you failed to do so! Shouta, I have been sitting at home for four weeks and five days wondering what the fuck I did wrong! I've been trying to figure out how one damn picture could make you so jealous that you'd-you'd cut me off like that! What did I do to deserve that kind of treatment from you? What did I do to deserve that?" His voice was strung tight, cracking, which had those dark eyes lifting up to him again as he swallowed before speaking. "What did I do, Shouta? What was it about that picture that set you off?"
"I don't know." Three, quiet whispered words left the black-haired man who looked away from him again where they dropped down to his twisting hands. Shouta looked for all the world like he was a child being scolded. Which, honestly, he was in that situation. He couldn't control his voice and he was yelling already when he'd thought he'd enter this with a level head. A cool head. "I don't know what it was about that picture that made me so-so jealous but I shouldn't have done what I did."
"I can understand needing space, Shouta, I can but for four weeks? You couldn't just drily text me? I've cut people off for that behavior before! I don't fucking like it! And I didn't do jack shit to deserve that!" He wanted to say he hated how venomous he sounded but he found himself curling his arms tightly around his chest when he looked to the black-haired man with his jaw tightening briefly. "You cut me off! You ignored me! You fucking put me in this-this limbo for weeks without caring how it would impact me! Not one bit did you care!"
The black-haired man's hands clenched together with knuckles going white. Trembling together as he watched those black lashes flutter down to little shadows onto his cheeks as the black-haired man's jaw tightened briefly. His Adam's Apple bobbing in another swallow before he looked up with those dark eyes burning into him. "I should have said something about it while we were talking. But you're right; I should've just told you how I was feeling. I should've explained more why it made me jealous when I figured it out."
There was a resolute, determined to Shouta that had his blood boiling in his veins. Had his jaw clenching tightly with his teeth gnashing together when he began to pace tightly. Small steps as his hair swayed against his back with those dark eyes watching him as he paced. He felt like a caged animal when he tightened his arms over his chest with his gaze flicking up to Shouta. "That's bullshit! Bull fucking shit, Shouta! You knew for weeks why you were jealous and didn't think to clue me in! You let me stew in my heartbreak like that! It's fucked up!"
"I know, Zashi, but I can't change that! I can't change what I did or why I did it! There's nothing I can do to change what I did!" Shouta's voice was raising with an exasperated tone that set his teeth on edge. That had his blood boiling in his veins as his hair swayed against his back with his feet thudding over the carpeted floor deafeningly as he tried his best to keep from stomping. To keep from slamming his feet down. "Look, Zashi, I can't change what I did! But I'm apologizing to you, here and now for it! I am sorry that I did this to you! I'm sorry-"
"You're not fucking sorry! If you were sorry, you would've said something so much sooner! You would have texted me at least once about your fucking behavior!" He hurled his words at Shouta like an accusation; like it was something venomous that he could as his arms squeezed and his heart thudded against his chest. His hair swaying against his back like a curtain. "You could've said something! And yet you chose not to say a fucking word to me! Not a goddamn thing! You left me in that limbo for weeks, Shouta!"
"And I can't change that! What I can change going forward is that I never do it again! But can you really fault me? I needed time to figure my shit out! I needed time to get my head on straight! Zashi, I'm sorry! I'm sorrier than I can ever express to you but I know what I did wasn't right! But you can't just expect me to-to grovel at your feet or something! I've spent the past few weeks feeling like shit for what I've done to you! Because I know, at the endo f the day, that it's not right! It's not right and it's absolutely wrong what I did but-!"
"No buts! None! There is no but for this situation! God, Shouta, you're not owning up to what you fucking did! You're trying to give me every excuse in the book and thinking that saying you're sorry is going to fix it all when it's not! It's not going to fix anything because that's awful what you did to me! Yeah, you have your rights to do it but you didn't try to fix it sooner! You didn't let me try to fix it!" His voice was raising louder with his hands forming fists under his armpits.
"There has to be a but somewhere! I get that you're angry, I get that you're upset, but you have to let me explain, Zashi! I want to explain to you about everything that's gone through my head the past- what? Four weeks? Can't you let me explain myself before you all but rip my fucking throat out?" Shouta's voice was tight, defensive with those black brows squeezing together tightly. Anger crackling in those dark eyes light lightening that had them flashing at him. Nostrils flaring with that jaw tightening.
What did his own face look like? Were his nostrils also flaring? His eyes cracking with lightning anger of his own? His jaw felt tight, his brows mashed together, and his hands trembling under his armpits as he glared at the black-haired man viciously. He wanted this to be calm. Controlled. But his anger was taking over; an anger he'd felt by that third week yet had refused to let himself feel. "Clearly whatever is going on in your head wasn't important enough to tell me sooner! Fuck, Shouta, why did you do that to me? Why?"
"I don't know! All I know is that it was wrong to do that to you! Zashi, I want to explain everything to you but you ripping my throat out with your anger isn't going to help a damn thing! I can't go back in time and change how I didn't text or call! I can't change a damn thing but I want to explain it all now! I want you to know what I was thinking! I want you to understand!" Shouta's voice was loud. So loud. That deep voice raising up with hands pulling apart to form fists that pressed to Shouta's hips.
"What I don't understand is why it took you four weeks! Five days afterwards too! Like what the fuck, Shouta! I texted you and you took four whole days to get back to me! Clearly whatever the fuck you want me to understand isn't important enough to you! You would've texted me back the first day I texted you! You wouldn't have waited!" He shouted back with his hands smashing up into his armpits with his eyes on the black-haired man when he turned tightly with his hair brushing his cheek.
"And that was my mistake! I just- I didn't know how to talk to you without it being awkward! But you're right, okay? I should've texted back that first day! I should've told you I care! That I care too fucking much about you but I felt like I fucked up! I felt like there was no taking back that silent treatment!" Through his yells, he swore he could hear a desperation to Shouta's voice. An urgency. A franticness that he didn't understand. "Zashi, I fucked up! Can't we just say that? Can't we both agree that I fucked this up?"
"Oh, fuck yeah, we can say you fucked up! You left me alone for weeks while I tried to figure out how and where I fucked up! You ignored Nem and Oboro too! What the fuck was with that? You didn't make any sense and you didn't reach out and you let me think I fucked this all up! You made me think it was my fault that all this happened! I didn't even know what I-I did!" His voice was cracking. He hated it. He wanted to be strong, to be firm, to be unshakable.
But sometimes those pesky emotions became far, far too much. His chest ached. He didn't want to yell at Shouta; it was a realization that hit him like a truck. He merely wanted this man to understand the hurt, the anger, that he held in his chest. How he hated feeling like this. How he hated being in this position. "Zashi, it was never, ever something you did! You didn't fuck anything up, it was me, okay? I promise, it was never you! I should've- God, I shouldn't have let this go on so long! I'm sorry, Zashi, I'm so, so unbelievably sorry!"
"You're an absolute dickhead! You're a fucking asshole and I hate that you put me through this! I hate that you made me feel crazy like that! I hate that you mad me feel like this was all my fault! All because of one stupid picture with Nem! And then, of course, you go and take that fucking picture with Emi of all people! Like I needed more of a reason to be pissed and jealous! God, what the fuck were you thinking? Is that your petty revenge move? Is that your way of getting back at me? Because that shit was far more inappropriate than the picture Nem took!"
"It wasn't revenge! It was a stupid picture Ten and Emi insisted on! I didn't want it posted but Ten took my phone! I didn't know you were even jealous over Emi to begin with! If I did, I would've never let that picture be posted on my account like that!" He felt blind. Angrier than he could ever remember being as he paced back and forth with his hands raising up to twist into his hair to tug sharply sending pain over his scalp. Something for him to focus on.
"It was still a reckless fucking move on your part! You should've taken it down but it's still up! God, why the fuck wouldn't I be jealous over Emi? She's beautiful! And she clearly fucking likes you so why the hell wouldn't I be jealous over her?" He could feel himself growing tighter; like there was a ball in his chest that was growing tighter as he gasped in his air with his hands sliding from his hair and he reached up to rub his face. Nudging his glasses up slightly to scrub his fingers into his eyes.
And then he was dropping his hands when he heard feet thudding over the carpet and noted Shouta was coming closer with the black-haired man staring at him with that heat in his gaze. A heat to get his heart jumping in his chest; Shouta looked angry. He looked positively angry with that lightning cracking in those dark eyes. The tight clench of his jaw. The flare of his nostrils. "I didn't know! If I did, like I said, I would've never let that picture be posted! But you don't talk to me about this stuff! I know, I know, ironic coming from me but still!"
"You are a fucking ridiculous man, you know that? You're fucking ridiculous!" He shouted with his hands pulling from his jaw to throw out with his arms as he clenched his jaw briefly to grind his teeth. Gnashing them together fervently with his teeth protesting with a bolt of pain when he then threw his hands up with his jaw unlocking. "I can't fucking believe I even like you! I can't believe I was going to confess to you! You can't give me all these buts and shit! You are going to drive me up the fucking wall, Shouta Aizawa!"
Those dark eyes flared at him with that cracking anger that flashed like lightning. And he watched Shouta's mouth snapping shut with teeth clicking together; as if he had been about to say something he'd regret. And then Shouta was surging forward like a tidal wave; unavoidable and crashing into him before he could blink twice. And much to his surprise, to his shock, hands grabbed at his upper arms with those dark eyes blazing at him with a lightning heat he couldn't comprehend.
Then Shouta flew forward with full lips crushing down on his. A hard kiss that had him jolting with his eyes widening at the touch of those lips against his own. They weren't soft, questioning or anything of the sort. They were pressing against his hard when Shouta then broke away with a smack. His lips buzzing from that hard, crushing press of Shouta's lips against his own. Left in the silence of the apartment as he stared at Shouta with wide eyes.
Trying to piece together why the black-haired man had kissed him when it hit him like another tidal wave. Another shock. Shouta kissed him. He'd been imagining the moment they got to kiss again and he didn't think it would be like this. He didn't think he'd have anger humming through his veins like a buzz that refused to dissipate. He didn't think his throat would feel raw from his shouting at the black-haired man who was shouting back at him.
He didn't think it would be like this in the slightest bit but he was weak. He was weak, weak, weak. And his hands came up to twist into those black curls just like he always imagined, always fantasized about, and with a gasp he was dragging Shouta back to him with his lips parting. Lips crushed down onto his own again as hands slid down his upper arms to his elbows before reaching down to touch his sides.
Sliding down them to his waist as lips slid against his with a crushing press that had them tingling. Buzzing. He moved his lips against Shouta's eagerly, urgently, as if there was a clock ticking against them. A clock that would call the curtains on this moment that he'd been fantasizing about for months. He slid his lips against Shouta's full ones, admiring their plushness, as hands squeezed at his waist. Then arms were curling around him to hold him tightly to the black-haired man.
Those full lips moving against his with kisses that had his knees weak again. Had his legs trembling as hands slid up his back with the sharp smack of their moving lips filling the quiet of the living room. He didn't understand this; he didn't understand how they'd got from shouting at one another to these passionate kisses that had had him all but swooning in his arms. What had changed? What did Shouta think kissing him would solve?
He had not a clue but God if he didn't enjoy it. If he wasn't loving it. His glasses pressed into his cheekbone awkwardly, his eyebrow, but he ignored it. Instead, he clutched at those soft, dry black curls eagerly with hands sliding along his back. The anger, somehow, made it all the better. He tightened his arms around Shouta's shoulders with his fingers tugging at those black curls with lips sliding against his firmly. Passionately. It was so unlike their first kiss that had been filled with longing.
These ones had a heat that was unmatched. A heat that snaked hand-in-hand with his anger. It had his head swaying weightlessly leaving him clutching at Shouta to hold him closer, closer, closer. Inhaling that vanilla scent of his cologne as he moved his lips urgently against those full ones. They were a bit chapped but God if he didn't care about that. Tightening his hold on those black curls he so adored as he kissed Shouta with an answering heat. With an answering passion.
It had those arms tightening around his waist with hands sliding up his back comfortingly as he clutched at black curls fervently. Sliding his lips against Shouta's, he twisted himself into his arms with breaths fanning over his cheek. Lips slid fervently against his own with hands kneading his back. Fingers rolling into him to soothe the tight muscles of his back as the sharp smack of their moving lips filled the quiet of the apartment.
A hard press of those lips had his own tingling when he pressed back with that hard press as hands slid over his back with their soothing circles. Breaths fanning over his hot cheek as his own breaths came quickly with a tremble as he clutched at Shouta's black curls fervently. Stretching his fingers out to claw at his scalp which had the black-haired man shuddering in his arms as he let out a quiet sound when he yanked on those curls.
Arching towards him as they swayed on their feet when he felt hands sliding down his back to the lower half to knead at him with those soothing circles. Fingers prodding at him with just enough strength to get his heart jumping in his chest wildly with his breaths coming in short, shallow gasps as he kissed Shouta. It was like something out of a fantasy. Like something out of a bad romance book. But he didn't care; he was finally, finally, finally kissing Shouta again.
That thrum under his skin was being satiated ever so slightly. He felt electrified. Hot. Everything was so hot to him; the way Shouta's hands slid along his lower back and the scent of vanilla invading his senses. The heat of his body pressed tightly against his own. The breaths fanning over his cheek as Shouta took small gasps of his own. The warmth of his full lips on his. How they were melting to curve and shape to his own.
There was so much heat that was swelling under his skin when he felt those hands kneading at his lower back firmly; sliding with rubs that had him arching. Had his heart hammering against his chest as he kissed the black-haired man with all the passion he had in him. A passion that went hand-in-hand with that anger he'd had thrumming through his veins. Kissing Shouta hard with quick slides as those lips melted to fit against his own with those sharp smacks ringing out.
Hands pressed against his lower back. Arching his hips forward as the black-haired man kissed him with a hunger that had his stomach fluttering wildly with heat flashing over his skin. When was the last time he was kissed like this? When was the last time he'd felt this desire from another man? It had him weak-kneed with his hands clutching their fistfuls of black curls. His hips angled forward against the black-haired man who was curving in his arms to fit against him.
His lips sliding hard, fast, against his own and God if it didn't feel like Shouta was about to devour him whole. If it didn't feel like this man was going to eat him up from head to toe. He didn't understand what had snapped; what made Shouta surge forward like he did but God if he didn't care. All that mattered was Shouta was everywhere. Under his hands, touching his body, holding him close and so, so warm. It was everything he'd been fantasizing about.
Everything he'd been dreaming of. He kissed the black-haired man fervently, passionately with his hands tugging at those black curls which had Shouta shuddering. A hand slid along his lower back before curving forward to slide along his waist with his thumb pressing against his hip to roll circles into him. It had him shuddering much like the black-haired man had when he felt that hand sliding down to touch his thigh.
Curving it up to wrap around Shouta's waist to which he wobbled on his feet when he felt that throb between his thighs when fingers trailed down his left thigh. And with a quiet grunt, he hopped up with his arms tightening around Shouta with arms curling beneath him to heave him up into the black-haired man's arms. His legs tight around his waist as Shouta turned on his feet to begin padding forward with lips on his.
Moving without missing a beat and he fucking loves that. He worked his left hand free to slide down Shouta's upper back then reaching down far as he possibly could to touch the middle of his back as the black-haired man kissed him with that hungry passion. Stumbling forward when he turned slightly and the sound of a door being kicked rang out with a tremble of the wood. And then Shouta was pulling away from their passionate kisses but it didn't stop him from kissing his cheek.
The side of his face as Shouta walked into the new room then kicked the door shut behind him with a deafening slam as lips crawled over his own cheek. Making their way to the corner of his mouth where those lips then found his own again and pressing fiercely to his. And before he knew it, he was being planted on what he had to guess was Shouta's bed. He didn't mind it one bit as he clutched the black-haired man close as lips slid hungrily against his own.
He felt his own answering hunger bubbling to the surface as Shouta pressed hand on the bed to keep from pinning him down completely. He wanted to say he didn't mind it. He wanted to say he wants to be pinned down but that means he had to pull his lips away. He'd have to talk and he didn't want to do that when his skin was ripping with heat. When everything was so hot that it had him gasping slightly through his nose as he kissed Shouta passionately, hungrily.
Then he began to move his right hand out of those black curls. Wrapping around Shouta's side with his left arm and he slid his hands along his rather muscular back. Rolling his fingers into those stiff muscles delightedly with lips sliding against his with all the passion in the world. It had him blazing. Lit a flame like he'd been doused in gasoline and set on fire. The heat, the tingles, were racing under his skin like a thrumming madness that he wanted to be rid of.
He'd imagined this so many times and now that he was getting it? It was made all the better. He kissed Shouta with all the desire he felt twisting in his chest to grip at his bones. Holding onto him with a tight grasp that had him sucking in a sharp breath as he angled his hips up. Tightening his legs around Shouta's waist where he dug the heels of his feet into his lower back to angle his hips downwards.
Shouta let out a low, raspy groan at him when their hips connected with a light hit that had his toes curling tightly as he felt Shouta twisting down closer to him. Pressing him into the bed. It had him moaning out quietly himself with his fingers twisting and untwisting the fabric of his sweater as he rolled circles into his back. Shouta was everywhere; overwhelming his senses and leaving him shaking. Eager. Excited. He'd been dreaming of the day he got to touch this man and here he was, touching him.
Massaging his back with those full lips on his own with an urgency that had his thighs squeezing against his slender waist. He felt that throb between his thighs again; a firm, insistent throb that had him gasping through his nose in response when his thighs clenched together. That ache forming in his lower stomach when he felt Shouta's hips nudge at him again as lips slid against his passionately.
He didn't understand how they got here, why they were doing this, or anything of the sort but he didn't want to figure it out. One moment they were shouting at one another and the next he's making out with the very man he'd been fantasizing about doing this with. Was it because he admitted he liked him? Is that it? He had not a clue. He threw himself into those kisses as hips nudged against him with that throb causing his thighs to squeeze together.
A hand sliding along his waist then sliding up his side with fingers toying with the fabric of his sweater. With the hem of it. There was nothing he wanted more than to melt away beneath this man; to become a puddle. Something he can squish and hold in his hands as he sought fit. The sharp smack of their moving lips was deafening in the quiet of the bedroom as his hair rustled over the blanket. He clutched Shouta impossibly close to him; he felt so good in his arms.
He felt so amazingly, unbelievably good in them that he never wanted him to leave. Never wanted the man to leave them. Sliding his hands up and down his back causing it to arch slightly with a quiet sound leaving the black-haired man. He shuddered as his thighs squirmed against his waist with the heels of his feet digging in. Keeping their hips pressed tightly together with that hand on his side sliding down to touch the hem of his sweater before flipping it up.
And it was like crackling lightning when those fingers touched his skin; he was warm, warm, warm. Growing hotter by the second as Shouta's fingers fanned out along his waist before sliding up along his side to which he arched up. A whimper in his throat as that hand slipped effortlessly beneath his sweater to touch his skin. His palm was dry, rough, just like his fingers and he adores it. He slid his hands down Shouta's back to toy with the hem of his sweater.
Lips moved against his with a desire, a passion, that left him absolutely breathless. He shuddered with his fingers tugging at the hem before flipping it up just enough to touch his lower back. Loving the shudder that ran over Shouta when he slipped his hands beneath his sweater to touch the heat of his skin. It felt so good beneath his hands. He slid his hands up along Shouta's back to his shoulder blades. The sweater bunching around his forearms when he dragged his nails lightly over his shoulder blades.
Another shudder ran over the black-haired man above him as lips slid against his fervently to which he returned with a fervent desire of his own. There was nothing he wanted more than to touch Shouta for hours. To trace the curves and dips of his body until he was sure that he had it memorized. That he had the feel of Shouta's body against his own locked away in his mind. Until he was sure that, night or day, he'd be able to recall it with perfect clarity.
There's nothing he wants more than to memorize the way Shouta felt against him. There was nothing he wanted more than that. Sliding his hands along Shouta's back, it arched beneath his sliding hands as lips pressed fiercely to his own making them throb. Causing his teeth to ache but he happily ignored it as he kissed back with that shared ferocity. Holding onto the black-haired man eagerly who twisted impossibly close to him as lips slid against his while that hand on his side slid up and down.
Sending tingles fanning beneath his warm skin that was slowly growing feverish as his stomach fluttered. That ache twisting into his lower half when he felt another of those strong, undeniable throbs between his thighs that had him whimpering as his hips bucked up instinctively. Thrusting against Shouta who groaned quietly at the movement with the hand on his side sliding down to squeeze at his waist. It had him gasping with his hands clutching at Shouta.
As if he could somehow, someway, drag him beneath his skin. His thighs squirmed when he got another throb between his thighs and he squirmed in response when Shouta's hips pressed down tightly against him. And then, much to his delight, he began to grind. And ohhhh, if that wasn't something magical to him. It had him grinding his hips up instinctively with a moan in his throat as he dragged his nails down Shouta's back causing it to arch again.
The hand on his waist sliding before fingers curled with nails dragging over his skin leaving tingling lines behind that had him shuddering as Shouta groaned down at him. He was drowning. He was lit aflame from the inside out and he was drowning in that heat. Shuddering, he dragged his nails across Shouta's lower back as hips rolled together quickly; eagerly. Grinding together with that firm pressure on his aching crotch which felt nice. Unbelievably nice.
He shuddered when Shouta twisted above him with a moan of his own as lips continued to slide against his passionately. Fervently. Grinding up against Shouta was a pleasure of its own as he clawed at the man's back again earning himself another moan from the black-haired man. Hips moving together to grind tightly together with hands grabbing, clawing, squeezing at one another. God, it feels like something out of a wet dream.
Feels like something out of his best fantasies when it came to Shouta. Hips moving together to grind fervently, fiercely, as his hands wandered over Shouta's skin. Touching him. Fuck, it felt more like a wet dream than anything at the realization he was touching this man. Holding him. It had him whining out shrilly when he felt lips lightening on his ever so slightly to which he chased after them urgently. Not yet. He didn't want to stop and talk. He didn't want to talk and be angry again.
He wants to stay in this passion, this heat, with Shouta just a little longer. He chased after those lips eagerly and pressed his to Shouta's again, again, again. Sharp, short kisses that had his heart jumping in his chest wildly with his hands sliding down Shouta's back. Their hips moving together when he felt that light throbbing kick up between his thighs. He felt his face burning at that light throbbing as his clit began to swell from the arousal twisting under his skin.
It wouldn't be long until he wet and soaking through his boxers with that excitement. His arousal. Lips slid against his then with a far more tender approach than those passionate, angry kisses that had been given and he adored them. He could kiss this man for hours if he had the choice to do so. If he had the chance to do it. There's nothing he wants more. He ground his hips up against the black-haired man eagerly, delightedly, with his hands clutching at him as he raked his nails over his lower back.
Earning himself a snapping moan from Shouta. Damn near guttural; it lit his blood aflame leaving him breathless. Eager. He dragged his nails across his lower back again as hips rolled in tight circles down against him to get his toes curling tightly in his socks. A moan of his own in his throat tearing out of him when he felt Shouta pressing down against him tightly. As if he wanted to pin him to the bed. The hand sliding up and down his side squeezed at his waist intermittently.
Clawing at him. And fuck, he was hot. So hot. Shouta leaned away from their kisses then to which he whimpered in protest at the black-haired man when hips stilled. Pushing up off the bed with Shouta straightening up as his hands slid from his lower back to caress his waist with that whimper tearing up in volume. And then he was watching Shouta's shirt being grabbed at and tugged upwards revealing his stomach.
A softly toned stomach that looked muscular but his hands slid forward to caress that stomach of his and it was so much softer than it looked. He was fit; muscular but not overly so. Black curls covered his chest with nipples perking up from the chill in the room no doubt as that shirt was tugged up towards his head. His heart was pounding against his chest; thudding, thudding, thudding away when he dropped is hands from Shouta's stomach to grab the hem of his own sweater.
If they were doing this then he'd go all the way happily. His eyes scanned over that broad, muscular chest before making their way back down to his stomach to the soft dusting of black hair beneath his navel. Following it down his lower stomach where it disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants. He swallowed when he sat up awkwardly to grab his sweater when Shouta's sweater flew to the floor with those dark eyes softening slightly.
And then Shouta was reaching out with hands gently taking over for him. Working his arms from the sleeves, he let Shouta bunch his sweater up around his throat before working it over his head. Gentle tugs as his hair spilled through the neckline of his sweater before it was tugged up over his head. His hair spilling down his back. His sweater dropped to the floor, those dark eyes looked over him with a sense of such hunger that it had him shivering.
He let himself lean back before falling back again onto the bed with his hands reaching up to grab those broad shoulders to tug Shouta close to him again. The black-haired man moved willingly, easily, with hips rolling against him experimentally to which he happily arched his hips up to grind against the man. The light, erratic throbbing between his thighs demanding for some sort of balm to soothe the ache. It had him whimpering when those full lips came down on his own again.
The brush of that dry skin against his own was everything. Oh, it had him electrified as he curled his arms around the black-haired man again to hold onto him tightly. His lashes fluttered on his hot cheeks as lips slid against his as he slid his hands along Shouta's skin. The brush of it against his own. Shouta's chest pressed to his own with those black curls of hair tickling his chest as hips ground together again.
Tight circles that had him huffing out through his nose as they ground together with his arousal twisting under his skin. Heat flashing over it in a sizzling burst before sinking to run along his bones leaving him gasping through his nose. A heat that was like magma along his bones with his stomach fluttering and dropping as his hips moved frantically to grind with Shouta. Holding onto him the best he could with his nails dragging down his back with a moan snapping out of the black-haired man.
Hips bucking to thrust against him to which he let out a keening moan of his own at the hard hit that was followed by another. And another. Hits against him that had his toes curling, his thighs tightening around his waist, and God if it didn't have his crotch throbbing. His inner walls spasming together as blood gushed to his clit. His boxers were, like he predicted, growing damp as his arousal twisted into him with hips grinding up frantically against Shouta.
The black-haired man groaned at him with the hand returning to his waist to touch him. Sliding along his waist, tracing his hip, and then down to his thigh that squeezed around him. Caressing it gently before sliding back up to his moving hip as they ground together. He was going to go insane if they kept up this foreplay. He dragged his nails down Shouta's back with a moan in his throat tearing out of him with hips grinding fervently against him.
Just the feel of Shouta pressing against him through his pants was making his toes curl. Making his crotch throb with his boxers growing wetter and wetter with the liquid dripping out of him. Making him squirm, twist, and arch into his hold with a keening whimper as his skin brushed against his own. He had never been more turned on in his life. He had not a clue if it was the argument before hand or the kisses now but he was happy to let go of his anger, no matter how briefly.
He kissed Shouta with that heat and hunger, dragging his nails down his back which arched as hips bucked against him. Thrusting against him sharply tearing another moan out of him as he arched up from the bed. Grinding himself against the black-haired man who was grinding fiercely against him when he felt it. Shouta, unsurprisingly, was getting hard. He could feel the bulge of Shouta's erection grinding against his crotch which had tingles fluttering through him.
His nails digging into Shouta's skin as he rutted his hips up desperately against him with a moan spilling out of the black-haired man in response. Hips bucking to thrust against him with the bulge of his erection grinding against him sending tingles through him. Had his crotch positively throbbing with his inner walls clamping together. God, had he ever been wetter? He was soaking into his boxers with each tight grind of Shouta's hips. Each thrust that hit against him.
The press of his erection against his crotch that had his back arching from the bed with his thighs squirming. Knees bending up to press into Shouta's sides as they twisted together with a moan spilling out of him. He wanted him so, so badly. He felt ready to claw his own hair out if he didn't get what he wanted from the black-haired man. He twisted beneath him eagerly when he felt Shouta shifting slightly with his hand trailing along his waist above the waistline of his pants.
Moving forward between their grinding to touch the button of his jeans where they then began to fuss with it. Tugging at it blindly with lips sliding against his own and God if he didn't move his hands away from Shouta's skin to reach down. Swatting his hand away gently to work the button of his jeans apart then grabbing the zipper to work it downwards for the man. It would take too long with one hand and he didn't want fumbling movements. He wants Shouta.
He wants him now, now, now. He then felt Shouta's hand moving to no doubt work the string of his joggers apart as hips ground down against him. And fuck him, it had him moaning at the rub of that growing bulge against him. If it didn't have his toes curling tightly and his hands fumbling to work his pants down from his squirming hips. Uncurling his legs from around Shouta's waist, lips slide away from his with a smack as trembling gasps were taken by the both of them.
And then Shouta was straightening up again and he couldn't help but admire him again. The broad set of his shoulders and expanse of his chest. The black curls covering it and the way his nipples stood to attention. The path down to his softly toned stomach. The slender waist of his and the sharp dips of his hips. That happy trail he wanted to trace with his fingers, his tongue, if he had the chance to do so. Admiring all that pale skin that, surprisingly, had a few scars on it that had him curious.
However, he couldn't think of those questions when Shouta was curling his hands into the waistband of his pants and boxers to work them down from his hips. Down his thighs to his knees then down his shins to his feet. Fingers then hooked in to work his socks off as well before tugging his clothing off leaving him naked. Not a damn thing to cover him. And those dark eyes flamed at him; stared at him with a hungry desire that had him shivering when he then reached back.
Scooting himself to the middle of the bed until his feet were on it. And he happily let his thighs spread open with his breaths racing quietly when those dark eyes flicked down instinctively with a groan leaving the black-haired man. He reached down curiously to touch himself; his labia was soaked from his wetness causing his fingers to slide slickly over himself. He couldn't remember a time when he was wetter. More excited than he was at this moment.
His lips were tingling, his head swaying, as he spread his thighs wider with the hope that it would spread his labia slightly. Anything to keep those eyes on him as nostrils flared with that heated gaze roaming over him from foot to head. When those eyes locked onto him again there was a shiver racing down his back as he spread his legs as wide as he possibly could. Ignoring the protest of his hips.
It had that gaze blazing at him when Shouta turned on his feet to his bedside table to yank it open with the items within rattling together. He reached in, sorting through said items, and then producing a golden wrapper condom and a tube of lube. His heart was jumping in his throat as his hips ached faintly with his fingers twisting into the blanket beneath him to give himself something to hold onto.
He then watched Shouta snap the drawer shut with hands reaching for the waistband of his joggers. Pushing his boxers and pants down in one fail swoop as he bent over. Working them down his legs then straightening up to which his gaze flicked over the man. Eating him up. God, Shouta was just as beautiful as he imagined him to be naked. More beautiful. His gaze fell to the half hard, twitching erection of his that was filling out before his very eyes as he admired that thickness.
He was big. He'd say easily six inches and it was perfect. Every dip, curve, roll and muscle of Shouta's body was beautiful as he watched Shouta's erection fill out. Coming up to tap against his stomach with pre-come glistening on the slit as the black-haired man tore into the condom then spit out the strip. Plucking the condom from the wrapper which was dropped to the floor, he watched as Shouta pressed the ring to the head of his erection and rolling it down slickly.
Smoothly. Tugging it into place at the base before climbing up onto the bed with the lube in hand. His heart was pounding against his chest when the black-haired man sat back on his heels as he clawed open the lube. Squirting a small palmful into his hand and reaching down to spread it over his condomed erection with a slick squelch; twisting his hand. Curving. Making sure to get all of him it seemed before the lube was tossed off to the side as Shouta crawled forward.
Fuck him, his heart was clogging his throat it felt as Shouta crawled between his spread thighs and arched his hips down. It had him moaning then when the black-haired man began to slide himself against him. His erection parting his labia with rubs that had him arching with hips bucking up with each glide of that erection against him. Loving the moan, it got him from Shouta who continued to move his hips to glide slickly against him.
The head of his erection managing to nudge and rub over his swollen clit again and again with each glide against him. Racing, hitching breaths being taken by the both of them as his left hand reached up to grab Shouta's upper arm with a trembling hand. His thighs twitching in their wide spread as his cock slid between his labia again and again. Parting it. Rubbing against the wet folds of skin with a light scratch of the rubber against him. Oh, oh, it was perfect.
It was absolutely, amazingly arousing to listen to that slick squelching of their hips moving as Shouta rubbed and ground himself against him. The lube and his wetness creating a slick mess between his thighs that trickled down to drip off of his ass but Shouta didn't seem to mind one bit. Didn't seem to care as his hips moved to continue those gliding rubs that had him whimpering pleadingly up at the black-haired man. Pleading silently to him as he tightened his hold on his upper arm.
Squeezing it tightly with his hips rising up as Shouta glided through his spread labia. Grinding idly against him before pulling his hips backwards as racing pants were taken. And he felt the head of his erection nudging at his entrance; it had him hissing in a breath with his toes curling as his knees jerked. His thighs threatening to close but he kept them open. It'd been too long since he'd had someone inside of him. It was honestly a bit terrifying.
And then Shouta was nudging, nudging, nudging at him with that silent request for entry as his head pressed back into the bed with a whimper. Shouta lowered down to kiss softly at his jaw as he nudged at him before pushing forward with a burst of strength. And then Shouta was sliding into him when he gasped with thighs shaking in their wide spread position before snapping together to hit against Shouta's waist. And oh, he didn't know how to react. How to feel.
Shouta was sinking into him inch by inch, pushing his way into him slickly. His inner walls clenched tightly around the black-haired man who moaned into his jaw. He was so thick. Oh, fuck him, Shouta was so unbelievably thick as his thighs trembled with their press against his waist. Gasping at the stretch as that pleasure pooled into his stomach when Shouta bottomed out rather quickly with a light slap of his pelvis against him.
Buried in him to the hilt as he clung to his upper arm while his right hand clawed at the blankets. So full, so full, so full. He was so fucking full his stomach felt heavy with it. His head pressed back into the bed with lips fluttering over his jaw with another moan spilling out of Shouta when he felt teeth nip his jaw. It had him moaning back at the black-haired man with his head spinning weakly as his thighs trembled in their press against his waist when Shouta's hand slid along his shaking thigh.
Squeezing gently at his thigh before sliding up with his thumb tracing his hip; rolling circles into it as the black-haired man's erection twitched inside of him. And it was everything he'd fantasized it being. Everything he daydreamed about. It had him gasping when lips began to trail down his throat with kisses as hips began to rock gently against him. A side-to-side motion that he found himself moving along with hesitantly as he clenched tightly around the black-haired man's shaft.
Oh, he reached so deeply inside of him without even trying. It left him with a fullness that had him whimpering desperately at his partner who merely groaned back. Like Shouta's bones were shattering on him. God, he didn't think he'd be so full like this when he finally slept with Shouta but it was so fucking good. It was better than any dildo. This was hot, twitching, and real. Moaning up at the black-haired man, hips rocking side to side as his nails dragged over his upper arm.
Then he reached up for his shoulder as he curled his arm around him. Rocking, rocking, rocking together. He wanted nothing more than to keep Shouta inside of him for hours. Keep him inside of him for the rest of the night. He didn't want to eat. To break away. To take a breath. He wants to stay right here. He swore his entire pelvis felt heavy; stuffed full with the man above him as he clung onto him with his hand sliding into those wild black curls again.
Clutching fiercely at them tearing a moan out of the black-haired man who rocked his hips against him tighter. Faster. The light, wet squelch of his movements ringing out to send shivers down his back when Shouta's fingers were leaving his hip to reach downwards where they traced over his labia. Slick. Wet, wet, wet. He was so fucking wet he wondered how the black-haired man didn't slip out of him. Shouta's fingers traced along his labia with a feather light touch that had him arching his hips up eagerly.
Whimpering when those fingers dipped down into the wet folds. Just above where his hole was stretched around his thick erection where they slid up with fingers brushing over his swollen clit. It had him jerking at the jolt that ran up his back when Shouta's fingers fanned out in a V formation on either side of his clit. Rubbing gently, carefully as hips continued rocking together with a whimper tearing out of him. His back arching from the bed when fingers came together to pinch lightly at his clit.
Using just enough pressure to get him shuddering with his teeth dragging over his bottom lip. Moaning lowly in his throat when those fingers began to rub gently in their light pinch as Shouta increased that pressure. His erection twitching inside of him when fingers then spread out again to rub on either side of his clit with a pressure to get him squirming. To get his back arching from the bed as his legs curled up to wrap around the black-haired man's waist tightly with an answering moan leaving Shouta.
And then, much to his delight, the black-haired man pulled his hips back gently then thrusted forward with a light hit against him that had him gasping. A high, keening moan spilling out of him in response as Shouta flicked his fingers at his clit before pulling his hand away to plant on the bed with that other hand of his. Hips pulling back again then thrusting forward shallowly with that light hit that had the black-haired man moaning when he tightened around him.
He couldn't stop himself from moaning back as he tightened his grasp on Shouta's hair as lips crawled down his throat with kisses that had him shuddering. His teeth dragging over his lip again as hips pulled back then came forward gently and God, the rub was everything. The light scratch of the condom against his inner walls. He clung to the black-haired man with a moan as teeth nipped at his collar bone.
A sharp nip that had him shuddering when he arched his back up from the bed to push his chest forward with lips fluttering over his chest gently with racing breaths fanning over his skin. Hips tugging back then coming forward again with that same gentle hit to get him whimpering shrilly at Shouta as the man gave another thrust. Then another. Another, another, another. Shallow. Cautious. He didn't feel a drop of pain; in fact, he swore he was far too euphoric to notice any possible discomfort.
He was floating in his own head as Shouta's hips struck at him gently, rhythmically, with that slick squelch ringing out as the black-haired man moaned at him. And he couldn't stop those keening, pleading moans from spilling out of him as his head pressed into the bed with his thighs rubbing against Shouta's waist. Eager for another thrust. Eager for another light hit. There was nothing he wanted more than for Shouta to fuck him into this bed.
His anger that had been thrumming in his veins had changed into passion. Had changed into something hot, hot, hot as he clung to those black curls that he'd dreamed about touching. Skin brushing against his own as Shouta's hips struck him gently with that quick, shallow thrusting speed of his that had him squirming and twisting with huffing breaths being taken by the both of them in near unison. He curled his left arm around Shouta to hold him close as his hips arched up eagerly with a twitching movement.
Trying to match a thrust of Shouta's. The black-haired man moaned at him in response to his movement with hips snapping forward to hit against him gently as that slick squelching rang out to punctuate each thrust. Slick. Wet. It was all a mess that dripped down off of his ass to the blankets beneath him and he knew if he were in his right mind he'd be mortified. He'd be embarrassed for the mess he was making but neither he nor Shouta seemed to have a problem with it.
Not one as the black-haired man thrusted shallowly into him. Thrusts that had him absolutely giddy at the thought of receiving another. There was a beauty to the way Shouta's body rolled, arched, and thrusted into him. There was a beauty that he couldn't see but he could feel vividly as lips fluttered down to his chest. Soft kisses that made their way to his areola and then his nipple. Kisses that had his skin tingling as the pleasure pooled into his stomach.
Oh, God, it was so much better than his fantasies could have ever prepared him for. It had him moaning lowly in his throat with his hands sliding over Shouta's back that flexed and moved beneath his back in time with the movements of his hips. The rub against his inner walls was absolutely amazing. Better than any dildo could give him as he felt the black-haired man twitching inside of him. And fuck if that didn't have him tightening around the man the best that he could.
This got him an answering moan from the black-haired man. Those slick, shallow thrusts rang out with that slick squelching of his wetness, the lube and the condom rubbing together. The light scratch of the rubber condom against his inner walls was something he'd missed. God, he'd missed it. He shuddered with a squirm as his back arched from the bed when the tip of Shouta's tongue traced his areola before flattening to lap over his nipple.
Hips striking at him gently but quickly with the black-haired man moaning out at him as their hips moved together frantically. He clawed at his shoulder blades which had the black-haired man moaning at him in that snapping pitch. It had him moaning back at Shouta delightedly as that tongue lapped over his nipple again before his mouth was covering it. Sucking his nipple and areola gently into the heat of his mouth with his tongue swirling against his nipple.
The tingles it sent pooling into his stomach had his hand tightening in Shouta's hair. Whimpering delightedly as those hips struck at him, the light slap of their skin meeting ringing out rhythmically just like that slick squelching. Fuck, he didn't understand why Shouta had flipped like this, why they were doing this, but he didn't care. He didn't care because finally, finally, finally after nights of fantasizing and touching himself, he was finally getting what he'd been dreaming about.
He was finally getting everything he'd been longing for and more. He moaned with his fingers tugging at those black curls that wrapped so perfectly around them as he squirmed and bucked. His hips thrusting to meet one of Shouta's with the black-haired man moaning at him. Thrusts coming quick, quick, quick with that gentle hit against him that had him moaning out with his hips jerking again to thrust against him.
Shouta moaned at him in response when he got a sharper thrust that had him crying out delightedly with his head tossing back to the bed while Shouta suckled on his areola. His nipple. His tongue swirling, licking, lapping and flicking at his nipple to coax it into a hardened state. He could feel his tongue prodding at the metal balls of his piercings before lifting one side up, up, up with that light sting. It had him moaning at the black-haired man ecstatically with his fingers pulling sharply at those curls.
It got him a muffled moan in response as Shouta's hips jumped in a frenzy. Slamming against him with a new strength that was nothing like that shallow, cautious speed he'd been using. They were good, hard thrusts against him that had him moaning out eagerly with his nails dragging over the man's scalp which earned him another of those muffled moans. Hips jumping in a frantic frenzy, hitting against him firmly as he slipped and slid into him.
His hips angling slightly before slamming into him again, forgetting his cautiousness, and God if he didn't fucking love it. If it didn't have him moaning louder, louder, louder without intending too. He knew Shouta would possibly be angry if his neighbors complained. Knew it but he couldn't stop himself. He clutched at those black curls fiercely with hips striking at him with that new strength to get him absolutely writhing against the blankets with his heart hammering against his chest.
Shivering when Shouta popped off of his nipple and areola. The tip of his tongue flicking at his nipple before sliding under his piercing again to lift it up before letting it drop. And then Shouta's damp lips were crawling across his chest to his left nipple where his tongue flicked at his hardened nipple where the tip of tongue traced his areola. Lapping over it and his nipple. And then there was the wet heat of his mouth sucking his nipple and areola into his mouth once again.
Tearing a keening whimper out of him in response. Fuck, he can't get enough of this. He can't ever have enough. His pants shook and rasped down his throat before raking out of him on huffing exhales as he clung to the black-haired man. Clawing at his back as hips struck at him fervently with that strength to get him writhing, twisting, with a moan in his throat. Fucking Shouta was something he never, never considered doing this afternoon when he came over but God if he wasn't happy for it.
If he wasn't over the moon joyful over the black-haired man taking that initiative. He knew he could have pulled away and shouted no. Could have screamed at him about his crazy response to his shouting but he didn't do that. He couldn't think to do that when he'd been so stunned. But here he was, laying beneath him with that eagerness unfolding in his chest with each thrust that the black-haired man gave him.
The wet, slick sound of his cock slipping in and out of him with a rub against his inner walls that threatened to make his eyes roll back. So damn thick that he felt fuller than he ever remembered being. Such a long time since he'd had something real inside of him. Someone fucking him like this as he clung to the black-haired man with his nails raking down his back which earned him a snapping, muffled moan from Shouta.
His back arching under his hands as hips snapped forward with that strength to nudge him lightly that he fucking adores. There's nothing more than he wants than to fuck this man all night. To fuck him until he'd gotten it all out of his system, but would he? Did he have it in him to have a night fucking this man and be satisfied in the morning? Would he be content? Or would he want more? Whimpering at the uncertainty, he moved his hips again trying his best to match those snapping thrusts of Shouta's.
Receiving a keening, snapping moan from the black-haired man when he did so. Fuck, he felt so good inside of him. So good, so good, so good. It had him moaning at the black-haired man eagerly as that slick squelch rang out in time with those rhythmic thrusts of his as he slipped and slid effortlessly. He couldn't help squirming wildly at the slickness dripping off of his ass down to the bed. He should of felt mortified but he knew there was no helping it.
None. He'd help wash Shouta's blankets if that's what he wanted him to do. Squirming wildly, he twisted with his thighs tightening around the black-haired man's waist as he used his heels to dig into his lower back. Jerking him forward faster, faster, faster as his pants rasped down his throat with the black-haired man moaning into his chest as he suckled fervently on his nipple and areola. The tip of his tongue prodding and playing with his piercing.
Like he was fascinated with them and it lit his blood aflame. Hips struck at him with that strength to get his lashes fluttering on his cheeks as he pressed his head back to the bed. Hair rustling over the blanket was deafening in his ears as Shouta grunted quietly into his chest with his mouth pulling at him. Sucking with just enough pressure to get his heart jumping in his chest as he moaned out. His tongue was playing with his piercing again and again with playful flicks, swirls and licks that had his chest raising up.
His hand pressing against the back of his head. He moaned deafeningly at the black-haired man who squirmed above him with hips snapping against him sharply. Wildly. Frantic. Moaning at the black-haired man, he curled his arms around him tightly las his mouth suckled at him; what he'd give to have a few hickey's from the black-haired man. What he'd give to have a few lasting marks to remind him of tonight. Anything to prove that this is real and not some incredibly vivid wet dream.
Hips struck at him again and again with that slick squelch ringing out. God, he was so wet. Had he ever gotten this wet over a man before? He couldn't remember. He dragged his nails down across Shouta's back again with the black-haired man moaning deafeningly at him as he dug his heels into his lower back. Pulling him forward the second he pulled back. He could feel those thrusts beginning to lengthen themselves.
Pulling back further, further, further then thrusting back into him with a hit that had him moaning at the black-haired man in response. An ecstasy when he felt the head of his erection nudging at him as he thrusted into him with sparks racing up his back. His lower half felt so full that it made his head spin. Shouta felt so much better inside of him than he had ever anticipated. Shouta felt so fucking good inside of him that he wanted him again and again.
He wants this man to utterly ruin him for the remainder of the night. And if he was lucky, Shouta would be feeling the same way. Whimpering at the thought, he squirmed with his hips bucking up as his clit throbbed viciously. He wanted to be touched more, more, more. He wants this man's hands on him more than anything. He then used his hips to shove at Shouta who yelped as he popped off of his nipple. They were rolling then with him flying on top of the black-haired man who hit the bed causing it to bounce.
Shining lips parting in surprise as those dark eyes widened at him. He then took trembling breaths as he reached out to grab Shouta's hands and placing them on his waist as his knees dug into the bed. The silent order, plea, for him to be touched was made all too clear when Shouta groaned up at him with hips moving to grind up against him. He clenched around that thick erection inside of him as Shouta's hands began to wander up and down his sides.
Leaning forward slightly, he placed his hands on his chest and he began to bounce. Lifting himself up, up, up then snapping his hips down to his against Shouta's pelvis with the black-haired man moaning at him. Bouncing himself quickly, just like Shouta had been moving, as the rub of his erection against his inner walls had his lashes fluttering again. Nudging deep inside of him at this angle that he was half convinced he could feel it in his lower stomach.
Pushing off on his chest, his knees digging into the bed, he bounced himself fast, fast, fast. His hair trembling and swaying down his back. Over his shoulders. Locks brushed his hot cheeks as he bounced himself on the black-haired man who moaned at him as hands slid down his sides to grab his waist. He felt legs shifting beneath him before knees were bending up to press lightly against his back as feet pressed to the bed no doubt.
Holding onto his waist, he slid upwards only to have Shouta yank him down. Throwing his head back with a moan, he eagerly raised up only to slam himself down in accordance to those pulling hands. Shuddering when Shouta's hips jumped up to slam against him in response as he curled his hands into fists against Shouta's chest. He could feel his heart pounding beneath his hand as he bounced himself fast, fast, fast with his hair flying around his face. His shoulders. Against his back.
It was annoying but he knew there was no helping it now. Sliding up and down, bouncing himself, he found there was an eager freedom to riding this man. He snapped his hips up and down with his knees digging into the bed as he leaned forward slightly with a whimper in his throat when Shouta groaned. A guttural, snapping pitch that had his heart sprinting against his chest. Had his stomach fluttering in a mess of butterflies at the sound as he continued snapping his hips up and down.
The black-haired man tugging him down each time he raised up. Pulling him down harder, harder, harder. Faster. It had him absolutely over the moon as he bounced on Shouta who moaned up at him when he clenched. His inner walls squeezing instinctively around the thick length inside of him as his hands trembled lightly as they pressed to Shouta's broad chest. Curls of hair tickling his fingers when he slid his hands out to fan against Shouta's chest.
Flicking his fingers over his nipples with the black-haired man's chest rising up with a moan leaving the man as he flicked his fingers over those hardened nipples delightedly. It was amazing. Everything about this was absolutely, positively amazing. It was driving him up the wall and driving him insane. Huffing raggedly as he slid up higher, coming down hard and fast, he found a joy in this. A pleasure that pooled into his stomach like hot magma.
Running along his bones leaving him utterly breathless and gasping. He'd been imagining this moment for months and he didn't think it would start with a fight. That moments before he'd been shouting at Shouta and now here, he was laid out beneath him. His erection stuffed inside of his pussy with a stretch that had him moaning. There was a thrill knowing that moments before he was shouting at the man. That his blood had been running hot through his veins.
Was that where Shouta's excitement came from? Or had he been planning this the entire time? He had to ask when he had the air. When he had the focus. Bouncing himself on Shouta, he listened to the slick squelch of the wetness between his thighs. His clit was throbbing wildly, frantically, as he bounced. Moaning at the slick slide in and out, in and out, as he angled his hips slightly to press against Shouta's erection to stimulate his clit slightly.
Just enough to get him moaning in unison with Shouta who clutched at his waist fiercely. Nails dragging over it with burning, tingling lines left behind had him shouting out. Throwing his head back when those nails dug in just hard enough to get him squirming. To get him twisting eagerly on this man's erection as hands swept up his sides to caress his skin. The brush of those rough palms and fingers made it absolutely more thrilling.
To have Shouta touching him like this while he bounced was heavenly. Hands swept up and down his sides gently with squeezes to his waist before sliding up to his chest. Fingers coming forward to touch his chest where they traced his mastectomy scars before squeezing awkwardly at his chest. A hard squeeze that had him arching his back with a keening moan when thumbs flicked over damp nipples.
Rolling over his areolas with the tips of those thumbs sneaking beneath his jewelry to flick it up. It stung so good it had his chest arching forward to press into Shouta's hands. Flicking his own thumbs over Shouta's nipples, he brought his fingers together to pinch sharply at them earning himself a whimper from the black-haired man. He pinched tightly before twisting side to side gently with hips jumping to slam against him again and again as his back arched.
His clit throbbing viciously in time with each of those thrusts it seemed as he bounced himself eagerly with his hips sliding up, up, up. Going up until the head rested inside of him before slamming down in sleek thrusts that had the both of them moaning in unison. He'd never had something so hard inside of him; it was completely different than a dildo. Knowing that he made Shouta that hard, that he was making him feel good, was more than pleasurable. It was a turn on like nothing else.
He was wetter than he ever had been in his damn life that it was a miracle Shouta wasn't slipping out of him with those sleek thrusts of his. And there was a pleasure in feeling those hips jumping to snap against him. Nudging him lightly into the air as the black-haired man moved to thrust into him. Fingers toying with his nipple piercings as he bit at his lip with a moan in his throat. He couldn't remember a time where he felt better.
Jerking his hips up and down eagerly with those fingers toying with his nipples, those dark eyes blazing at him, had his heart pounding against his chest. It was absolutely exciting. It wasn't the ideal first time as he'd have rather not been angry at first but he couldn't deny he was loving it now. There was nothing he wants more than to have this man's cock inside of him all day. His pants raked down his throat, rasping out of him, as he tugged on Shouta's nipples earning himself a moan from the black-haired man.
It was one of those shiver worthy sounds that had him arching. His hips bucking down eagerly with his knees digging into the bed. He tugged at his nipples again which had fingers tugging at his jewelry to which he whimpered at the black-haired man. Bouncing himself fast, fast, fast to meet those slamming thrusts of Shouta's as panting breaths were taken in unison. He let go of his tight hold on the black-haired man's nipples and flicked his fingers at them instead which had Shouta whining.
His erection was twitching, throbbing inside of him with a fervent manner that had him eagerly snapping his hips up and down. His hair spilling over his shoulders as he leaned forward slightly again when hands on his chest let go in favor of sliding towards his back where they slid down. Fanning over his lower back before reaching down to grab his ass. A hard, fierce grab that had him groaning at Shouta as hands kneaded and squeezed at his ass.
He'd always been so subconscious about how flat it was but Shouta was palming at it like he didn't have a problem with it. It had his heart jumping in his chest wildly with a keening moan spilling out of the black-haired man beneath him when he slammed down against his pelvis then ground himself fiercely against him. Tight circles before lifting himself up then snapping back down with a slick squelch ringing out. God, it was all so wet. Messy.
His clit was throbbing just like the erection inside of him when he reached down with a whimper to touch the swollen thing. Hard. He balanced a hand on Shouta's chest while he fanned his fingers out in a V formation on either side of his swollen clit and began to rub. Quick, tight rubs to match his bouncing rhythm as his hair trembled over his shoulders and tickled his cheeks. He rubbed quickly at himself when he pushed off of Shouta's chest to lean back slightly as he continued his bouncing.
Pushing off on the bed with his knees causing it to bounce lightly beneath him as he jerked his hips up and down with the black-haired man moaning at him encouragingly. It sent shivers down his spine at the sound as he rubbed at either side of his clit which throbbed. His inner walls spasming together around the black-haired man's erection as he bounced himself quickly. Racing, hitching breaths being taken by the both of them as he dug his knees into the bed.
Shouta felt so good, so good, so good inside of him. He can't get over it. Bouncing himself fast as he dared with his hips snapping up and down with that slick squelching ringing out as the condom and wetness rubbed together. Shouta's hips slamming up against him nudged him lightly into the air from the force of those thrusts and God if it wasn't amazing. If it didn't have him moaning as his back arched with hands palming at his ass when Shouta's hand snuck forward to caress his hip.
Then fingers were gently grabbing his wrist and moving his hand away when those thick, dry fingers replaced his as he moaned out at the black-haired man. Fingers rubbed on either side of his clit, firm rubs that had his hips bucking forward eagerly. Shouta then brought his fingers together to pinch lightly at his clit like he had before. A gentle pinch but one that had his hips bucking wildly nonetheless when another keening moan snapped out of him when those fingers rubbed together.
Squeezing his clit with that rub that had him arching his back and he moved his hips faster. Slamming himself down to the black-haired man's pelvis again and again when he felt a fluttering in his stomach. Something that threatened to pull together as he bounced himself wildly on the black-haired man's lap. Oh, oh, he didn't want to come yet but God if it wasn't tempting. If it didn't have him whimpering at the black-haired man who whined back as fingers pinched tighter at his swollen clit.
It had his hips bucking forward against those rubbing fingers eagerly with another whimper flying out of him at the pressure. God, it was fucking everything. The rub of Shouta's twitching, throbbing erection inside of him was driving him absolutely crazy. He loved how it filled up him so perfectly. There was nothing more perfect than having Shouta's cock inside of him. Fuck, he loved it. Sure, this started out angry and with shouting but it was the most beautiful turnabout.
He slammed himself down, grinding in tight circles before lifting himself up again as Shouta's fingers pressed into his clit. Rolling cautious, gentle circles clock-wise which had his thighs shaking. It had him gasping in only for it to fly out on a keening moan as he lifted his head up to look at the black-haired man. How beautiful he was with those black curls spread over the bed. How beautiful those flushed cheeks were; a deep, rich red that spread to the tips of his ears.
His collar bones. Dark eyes burning up at him as full lips parted with those quick, shallow breaths being taken as fingers moved. Hips slamming up against him as he admired the black curls on his chest. Matching the wiry, chaotic curls he could feel tickling his skin. Fuck, he loves it. Loves, loves, loves this man. The slick squelch of his dropping, of Shouta's thrusts, rang out in the quiet of the room to punctuate each thrust. The slap of their skin meeting again and again.
The light, creaking groan of the bedframe and the light squeak of a spring in the mattress beneath them that bounced in time with their movements. The hitching, gasping pants taken by the both of them desperately as a hand clutched at his ass as he slammed down. Meeting Shouta's thrusts as he rode the black-haired man with a fervor and passion that had a hot, tiny spark forming in his lower stomach. Something growing tighter, tighter, tighter with each downwards drop.
Twisting tighter each time he bottomed out against Shouta's pelvis again and again. Huffing in his pants as his lashes fluttered before he let his eyes shut as his brows squeezed together. Pleasure gushing into his stomach like a hot magma; pooling slowly but intensely making him squirm and twist. Making him eager for another thrust, another drop, as he moved quickly. God, this may have started off with anger but fuck if it wasn't hot. If he didn't find himself more turned on than ever.
His hair bounced and swayed against his back in a curtain that felt more annoying than anything but he did his best to ignore it. He felt sweat forming and pricking on his skin, on his forehead, as his glasses slipped down his nose. He was glad to shut his eyes; his lenses were fogging up and he didn't want to deal with that at the moment. Bouncing himself quickly on Shouta, he chased after that spark that was twisting into his lower stomach.
Fingers were rolling in quick, tight circles against his swollen clit causing his hips to buck forward eagerly for a firmer touch. Harder. It was so good, so good, so good. Having Shouta touch him was the fucking best. He bounced faster; moving quickly with that urgency bubbling in his chest as Shouta's hips slammed up against him again and again. Hard hits that had him moaning delightedly with his thighs shaking as he chased after the spark quickly.
Shouta's erection was twitching, throbbing, inside of him with a sense of urgency coloring their movements. Close, close, close. He was clawing his way up that mountain as fingers continued their frantic, tight circles into his clit. Circles that felt so fucking good as he bounced himself with that slick squelching ringing out. Fuck, he could devour this man alive and still feel hungry for him. Still feel starved. Snapping his hips up and down, up and down, he gasped in with his inner walls clenching.
The rub against them was so fucking good his head was spinning faintly as his lashes tickled his cheeks when they fluttered. His mouth dropping open with racing pants being taken that hitched eagerly as he bounced with that eagerness that was mirrored beneath him. Shouta's hips hit against him frantically. Frenzied. Both nearing their ends as the black-haired man moaned beneath him; growing louder with each sound that left him. Moaning, groaning, whining, whimpering, grunting.
Small sounds between the two that filled the bedroom making it feel smaller. Filled with a cacophony of sound that he knew would get Shouta a complaint. And that excited him more than he wanted to let on. He found it thrilling the idea that he could get complaints for this. It was merely another push that had him clawing up that mountain faster, faster, faster. The spark twisting into his stomach viciously with each frantic rub of those fingers against his clit that had him shaking.
Shuddering. He could feel something drip down his chin, something down his cheek, and he couldn't help but wonder if he was really breaking that much of a sweat. He had no clue but God if it wasn't thrilling. That erection was throbbing viciously inside of him with Shouta pounding up into him. His hand squeezed his ass fiercely while fingers continued those rubs. Fuck, it had his head falling back again with a keening moan spilling out of him again and again. Loud, loud, loud.
He knew he was being too loud but he couldn't stop himself. Not when his body was twisting and turning desperately with thighs spreading wider. Knees sliding over the blanket to sink further on this man's erection that throbbed so good against his inner walls as he bounced quickly. When his stomach was flexing in that all too familiar way as his hands trembled in their places. He was getting close and God if that wasn't amazing.
There was something so lewd about the way his body seemed to suck and throb around Shouta's throbbing shaft. As if his body were betraying him with how turned on, he was. How excited he was for this. It felt like a horrible betrayal but Shouta merely moaned up at him delightedly with fingers rolling into him. Hips striking up at him with pounding thrusts that had him moaning ecstatically at Shouta. He didn't think today would end up with sex; it was the last thing on his mind.
And yet Shouta had stroked that cord just right. Had lit a flame under his skin that demanded relief. A passion that had been simmering for months bursting through to the surface to tear them both apart from the inside out. He whimpered as fingers rolled into his clit quickly; tight circles that were damn near grinding just the right way. Not that awkward hard press but rather something clever. As if Shouta knew just how to touch that sensitive bundle of nerves without it being overwhelming on him.
It had his thighs shaking as he bounced fast. Listening to the racing pants taken by the both of them. The squelch of his erection slipping in and out of his drenched pussy. The slap of their skin meeting again and again leaving him gasping. Huffing. The back of throat whimpers and whines leaving himself with soft, quiet grunts leaving the black-haired man as his hips pounded up against him. Nudging him into the air lightly, rhythmically with his hips jerking down to meet those thrusts.
There was so much to this that he was burning up. Chasing after the pleasure that poured like molten lava into his stomach. Riding this man with a fervor that had him moaning shrilly and had the black-haired man moaning loudly beneath him. It was a beautiful thing, listening to that deep voice straining higher. Coming louder. There was nothing he desired more than this man. Nothing he wanted more. His back arched with his hips rutting down desperately with fingers rolling into his clit quickly.
Tight circles that had him trembling. Had that spark twisting tighter, tighter, tighter in his stomach as his thighs began to flex. To tense up on him. His stomach was tightening slightly in preparation as his body trembled. Heat clawing beneath the surface of his skin leaving him feverish as he felt a bead of sweat run down the side of his face. The sweat of their bodies making that slap of their skin meeting all the louder. All the crisper. Everything about this was perfect.
He didn't understand Shouta's motivations for it, but did he? Did he need to understand? He'd always loved angry sex. There was something about it that was exciting, rushing, thrilling. When he was already angry and worked up only to have it fucked right out of him. And fuck if Shouta wasn't doing just that as he pounded up into him with fingers rolling. Pressing down just firm enough to get his hips swinging forward to grind into his fingers shamelessly.
Shudders racing down his back with his head falling back with his hair swaying against his back. His ass. The hand on it squeezed before dragging nails over his cheek as that hand then slid upwards to his waist. It had him moaning at Shouta delightedly as he jerked himself up and down on the black-haired man who was pounding that anger right out of him. Pounding him like his life depended on it. Like it was a compulsion; something that simply needed to be done.
Months of awkward, light flirting and awkward kisses, hand holding and building pressure had led to this explosion. This burst of heat that was devouring him. And as he bounced himself on the black-haired man, he couldn't deny he was happy that it burst. That it had finally snapped. He panted wildly with his hands flying to Shouta's forearms to hold onto him. Nails dragging over them as the muscles in his right forearm jiggled with the tight movements of his fingers.
Ohhhh, it had him grinding against the pads of those fingers eagerly as he slammed himself down on the black-haired man again and again. Meeting those pounding thrusts the best that he could as he gasped. Tight, tight, tight. His inner walls were clamping around Shouta's throbbing erection with a moan spilling out of the man beneath him. His body was wound tight as he found himself dancing on that mountain top; so close to tipping over. Toeing the line.
Just a little more, more, more was all he needed. He leaned forward with his hands leaving Shouta's forearms to slam onto the bed as he leaned above Shouta. His lashes tickling his cheeks as he listened to Shouta's rasping pants beneath him when lips were pressing to his jaw. Fluttering down to his throat with kisses that had him melting as his hips snapped up and down eagerly. So close, so close, so close he could fucking taste it.
He whimpered pleadingly at the black-haired man beneath him when teeth scraped over his throat gently. It had him gasping when teeth then sank into his skin as Shouta began to suck at the skin fiercely. Working a hickey into his skin no doubt. And God, it shoved him right over that edge. He cried out shrilly as his hips jerked up wildly to meet those pounding thrusts before he slammed himself down to rock his hips tightly as tingles rushed up his thighs to explode into his stomach.
His eyes rolling back on him behind fluttering eyelids as his body stiffened with thighs twitching with knees sliding over the bed again. Sinking onto Shouta's throbbing erection properly with fingers rolling faster into his clit. White-hot heat washed over him leaving his cry to choke off as he shook. Shaking, shaking, shaking. Drowning, drowning, drowning. That orgasm rocked his body like nothing else; he'd never come so damn hard.
So hard he could feel his vagina contracting in hard spasms around the throbbing erection inside of him. His body clamping in throbs that had his hips squirming as he gasped only for the air to hold down into his lungs. Coming, coming, coming. It felt never ending as another choked sound left him when Shouta moaned deafeningly into his throat as he sucked at his skin. His erection pulsing inside of him just like his inner walls spasmed around him.
As if his body could feel those spurts leaving the black-haired man; milking him for another shot. Another spurt. And God if he didn't want it that way. Hips ground together with fingers rubbing beautifully against his clit in circles that had his hips twitching in a shake as he whimpered to which fingers then pulled away. His clit throbbing with his hole it seemed as his entire crotch pulsed. And it felt like an eternity under that white-hot heat that tore him apart like a pack of savage dogs.
He was drowning under the heat when it began to ebb out of him. Rushing out as suddenly as it had snapped over him. Washing out of him like a wave as his air rushed out of him only to gasp it back in as he slumped into Shouta's chest as that mouth pulled at him. Sucking hard and fast as his skin as the erection inside of him pulse. Hips thrusting weakly against him as if he were shooting straight into his womb.
He shuddered at the thought when Shouta, in his stiff set beneath him, then relaxed with a sigh through his nose as his teeth dug into his throat, sucking fervently. And then the black-haired man popped off with his tongue lapping over the indentations his teeth left behind. And he was rolling; falling onto his side with a grunt as his arms curled around Shouta instinctively as they trembled. Shook. He forced his lashes up from his uncomfortably hot cheeks to focus his eyes on the man before him.
Eyes rolling sightlessly before looking at him over fogged lenses. Fingers came up to pinch them gently before pulling them off of his face and folding them up. And then, before he could stop himself, his hand was twisting into those black locks as he brought Shouta's face to his own. Lips sliding against his breathlessly, passionately as he curved into his arms. He had no clue what this meant for them; not a clue what it would mean going forward.
But all he wanted was to kiss this man and that was exactly what he was going to do. But it was something amazing that he found himself addicted too. They'd only fucked once and already he wanted to do it again. And again. To do it over and over with this man who was kissing him with a breathless passion as he curled his leg up around Shouta's waist as shaking pants were taken through noses before those fast kisses slowed to something tender.
Something sweet. And he was a melting mess. What did this mean for them? What did it mean for him? Would Shouta want him like this all the time? Or was it a one-time event? Would they go all night and then he be thrown away in the morning? He had not a clue but he planned on drawing this out as long as he could as those lips slid against his. He felt perfectly against Shouta. Right here is where he wanted to stay. No matter how fleeting the moment last.
